A Heart So Cold and Wicked: A Krampus Legend Retelling (Standalone) (Wicked Darlings) by Rebecca F. Kenney

Author:Rebecca F. Kenney [Kenney, Rebecca F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

16

Weeks after the incident with Midrael, on the day of the Mayor’s party, I transport myself to town to fetch Feather’s gown and a suit I commissioned for myself. When I return, as I’m approaching my room, I could swear I hear voices. But when I push the door open, Feather is alone.

Two days ago, she moved an antique dressing table into our room. It’s a slender, elegantly carved piece of furniture, with an oval mirror and several tiny drawers with mother-of-pearl knobs. She chose a stool with a puffy pink cushion to accompany it, and while neither piece is precisely my style, I didn’t protest, mostly because I liked the pleased little smile on her face when she showed it to me.

She’s perched on the stool, clad in lacy white undershorts and a white corset whose cups barely cover her nipples. Her hair is swirled around and pinned up in a most bewitching way, leaving her slim, delicate neck bare. She leans toward the mirror, arranging one of the curls that frame her face.

“Do you think this will do?” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror.

I open my mouth and am surprised to find that I cannot speak. Not a single sound will emerge from my throat. The only thing in my head is her exquisite face, her lovely form. No words, just an all-consuming wonder.

Feather turns around on the stool, frowning slightly. “Are you alright? Oh gods… was the gown not ready? Are we not going after all?”

She has stenciled her brows lightly, shaping and filling them until they are perfectly arched, perfectly matched. Her lips shine plump and red, and her cheeks glow pink. God-stars bless the seamstress for suggesting that beauty enhancement kit. Feather has always been beautiful, but the cosmetics celebrate her loveliness in a whole new way.

“Krampus.” Her voice sharpens with concern, and she rises from the stool.

Fuck, now I can’t help staring at her breasts, the way the corset pushes them up and makes them look so deliciously plump… I wish it was my real name, not my title, falling from her lips.

“Krael,” I say hoarsely.

“What?”

“My name. Krael.”

“Oh.” Her mouth forms the most kissable shape, and her eyes widen.

I stand there stupidly, with my arms full of boxes.

“Does one of those boxes contain my gown?” she ventures.

“Yes.” I swallow and walk to the bed, where I set down the packages. “Yours is the large flat one.”

She struggles with the string for a second, so I bend down and slice it with my teeth.

“Thank you.” She removes the lid and gasps at the sight of the plum-colored gown. “It’s beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yes, it is,” I manage to say, staring at her.

She doesn’t look at me. Her whole face is aglow with delight. I want to buy her a new gown every day just so I can see that look.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Feather draws the gown out of the box. “It looks rather complicated.” She eyes the row of buttons at the back.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.