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about spider silk is the way it conforms to the lines of the body. The dress fit like it was made for me, outlining every curve I have, and a few I hadn’t been entirely aware of. The straight-cut neckline somehow managed to be flattering, largely, I think, because the top was tight enough to make a bra an unnecessary extravagance. The skirt was knee-length and gently pleated. It was a good cut for me, classic yet easy to move in, and it called attention to my legs. I have nice legs, probably because of all the running away I do. All my scars were visible, but I’m a knight. Scars are part of the job.
Depending on how I wanted to look at it, I either looked fantastic or like a little kid playing dress-up with Mommy’s clothes. I was definitely voting the second. I’ve been an adult for a long time, but this . . . this wasn’t me.
“Hey, Toby. You decent?” May didn’t wait for me to answer before opening the bedroom door. She froze, eyebrows going up. Then she whistled low, saying, “ Nice ,” and calling over her shoulder, “Hey, Connor, you won the lottery!”
“Stop that!” I hissed.
“No,” said May, laughing. She tossed me a mesh bag. I caught it one-handed. “Put these on. And for the love of Oberon, lose the scowl. You look like you just bit into a lemon.”
She slammed the door behind her as she left the room, still laughing. I glared at the place where she’d been standing for a moment before dumping the bag’s contents out on the bed. It proved to hold a pair of low-slung black silk heels with ankle straps, my old footwear nemesis. I sighed as I picked them up. At least I wouldn’t lose them if I had to make a run for it. There was also a black spider silk choker with an oval moonstone pendant the size of my thumbnail, and matching earrings—no surprise there.
I put everything on and turned to give myself another long look in the mirror, trying to swallow past the lump in my throat. Taken all together, the outfit worked some strange illusion that had nothing to do with magic, playing down my mortal features, playing up my resemblance to my mother, and making me look like what the Queen’s Court wanted me to be. I didn’t look like the girl who worked for Devin, earned her knighthood almost by accident, and once tried to ditch Faerie. I looked noble. I looked like I belonged.
I looked like the Countess of Goldengreen.
I took a deep breath to steady myself. I could do this. I could go out there and face the Queen’s Court and play the part the Luidaeg and Goldengreen needed me to play. I owed it to the people who’d somehow become my subjects.
“Toby? May said to see if you were—” Connor stepped into the room, freezing in mid-step when he saw me. I guess I presented a startling picture, especially considering my customary cotton-and-denim chic.
“Yeah?” I asked, forcing a twist of a smile.
“You look . . .”
I had to forcibly restrain the urge to rake my hands through my hair. “I know. Sucks, don’t it?”
“You look amazing.” He gave me a besotted smile. “I mean it.” He’d changed while he was out, replacing his white cotton shirt and denim jeans with a tailored blue vest, white silk shirt, and dark blue trousers a few shades lighter than his Victorian-style walking jacket. His hair was damp again, the artless tangle of his gray-and-brown curls somehow making the picture perfect. His smile widened when he saw me studying him. “You approve?”
“I do.” I smoothed my skirt with the heels of my hands, ducking my head to hide the blush, and shouted, “May? How am I supposed to go armed in this getup?”
“You’re not,” she said, stepping into the room with Stacy behind her.
I crossed my arms. “That’s not an option.”
Stacy grinned. “You look great.”
“I still need weapons,” I said firmly.
Stacy blinked, looking briefly concerned. “You’re going to the Queen’s Court armed? She already doesn’t like you. Are you sure that’s
Depending on how I wanted to look at it, I either looked fantastic or like a little kid playing dress-up with Mommy’s clothes. I was definitely voting the second. I’ve been an adult for a long time, but this . . . this wasn’t me.
“Hey, Toby. You decent?” May didn’t wait for me to answer before opening the bedroom door. She froze, eyebrows going up. Then she whistled low, saying, “ Nice ,” and calling over her shoulder, “Hey, Connor, you won the lottery!”
“Stop that!” I hissed.
“No,” said May, laughing. She tossed me a mesh bag. I caught it one-handed. “Put these on. And for the love of Oberon, lose the scowl. You look like you just bit into a lemon.”
She slammed the door behind her as she left the room, still laughing. I glared at the place where she’d been standing for a moment before dumping the bag’s contents out on the bed. It proved to hold a pair of low-slung black silk heels with ankle straps, my old footwear nemesis. I sighed as I picked them up. At least I wouldn’t lose them if I had to make a run for it. There was also a black spider silk choker with an oval moonstone pendant the size of my thumbnail, and matching earrings—no surprise there.
I put everything on and turned to give myself another long look in the mirror, trying to swallow past the lump in my throat. Taken all together, the outfit worked some strange illusion that had nothing to do with magic, playing down my mortal features, playing up my resemblance to my mother, and making me look like what the Queen’s Court wanted me to be. I didn’t look like the girl who worked for Devin, earned her knighthood almost by accident, and once tried to ditch Faerie. I looked noble. I looked like I belonged.
I looked like the Countess of Goldengreen.
I took a deep breath to steady myself. I could do this. I could go out there and face the Queen’s Court and play the part the Luidaeg and Goldengreen needed me to play. I owed it to the people who’d somehow become my subjects.
“Toby? May said to see if you were—” Connor stepped into the room, freezing in mid-step when he saw me. I guess I presented a startling picture, especially considering my customary cotton-and-denim chic.
“Yeah?” I asked, forcing a twist of a smile.
“You look . . .”
I had to forcibly restrain the urge to rake my hands through my hair. “I know. Sucks, don’t it?”
“You look amazing.” He gave me a besotted smile. “I mean it.” He’d changed while he was out, replacing his white cotton shirt and denim jeans with a tailored blue vest, white silk shirt, and dark blue trousers a few shades lighter than his Victorian-style walking jacket. His hair was damp again, the artless tangle of his gray-and-brown curls somehow making the picture perfect. His smile widened when he saw me studying him. “You approve?”
“I do.” I smoothed my skirt with the heels of my hands, ducking my head to hide the blush, and shouted, “May? How am I supposed to go armed in this getup?”
“You’re not,” she said, stepping into the room with Stacy behind her.
I crossed my arms. “That’s not an option.”
Stacy grinned. “You look great.”
“I still need weapons,” I said firmly.
Stacy blinked, looking briefly concerned. “You’re going to the Queen’s Court armed? She already doesn’t like you. Are you sure that’s
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