Dead Wrath by T. G. Ayer

Author:T. G. Ayer [Ayer, T. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Mythology & Folk Tales, Teen & Young Adult, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Fairy Tales
Amazon: B00NKMV6RQ
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Published: 2014-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

While I'd been in with Iain, the rest of the team had procured seats at nearby desks while Aimee, Enya, and Siri had commandeered a sofa that sat conveniently beside a coffee machine.

As we neared the girls, Iain said, "Bring your agents who will be going with you."

"Siri, Edrik, Joshua. With me," I said as we passed them. They followed, giving me curious glances but saying nothing.

We went down the passage and to the left, when Iain stopped and opened a door that led into a room that looked more like a clothing boutique than a room in a basement somewhere in London. To to be more specific, it resembled an overstocked boutique. Floor-to-ceiling shelves contained hatboxes, handbags, and shoes, while the entire floor was lined with racks of clothing. A woman who'd been sitting at the desk just inside the door shot to her feet, pulled the sleeves of her pale-pink cardigan to her wrists primly, and gave me a cool once-over.

I bristled at the critical look. An expression that was likely to change if I unglamored my wings and let them shiver behind me.

Iain's voice broke through my thoughts. "Edna here will help you find something suitable." Then he glanced at Edna and said, "It's McClellan's ball, so go formal and elegant."

She gave him a respectful nod, then turned to me even before her boss looked away. He merely smiled and walked off as if she hadn't been in the least bit rude. She studied me again, so thoroughly I could have sworn I felt her sharp blues scraping across my skin. She was well put together, pearls at her neck, black slim-line skirt that reached her ankles, pale blond hair piled into a French knot at the back of her head. She looked like a snooty librarian, and I had to admit she scared me a little.

At last she huffed. "Turn around," she instructed, her voice clipped and cool. Although I was tempted to walk off and look for something myself, I controlled the urge and obeyed, reluctant to tempt fate without knowing what the punishment would be if I didn't. After few moments of silent inspection, in which she studied the proportions of my back, and in which I squirmed uncomfortably, she sucked in a breath. It whistled as if she'd pulled air in through the gap in her front teeth. Then she stalked to the far end of the room, pointing a finger at rack after rack, mouthing words I couldn't hear.

I met Joshua's gaze, but all he did was roll his eyes and stare at the now empty aisle. From within the densely packed aisle I heard her say, "That will do," her voice actually sounding pleased.

Okay, I thought. It will merely do? I began to worry now, hoping she was planning on dressing me in something decent. Maybe one level up from a brown paper bag.

Her heels tapped the linoleum floor as she returned bearing a silver plastic suit-bag. Attached to it was a sheet of paper probably describing the garment.

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