Evangeline Anderson by Pleasure Planet

Author:Pleasure Planet
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“Ispecialize in love potions,” E. H. Sokaris said to me while I sat alone, spell-free, on her

settee made for two. She sat across from me in a stark black-lacquered chair. Its high back

towered above her head, making her look like a queen. Her regal bearing added to that

impression.

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I thought about a number of smart things to say, smart-assed comments about her and me

and love and potions. But for once, I said the smartest of all things: nothing.

“Please,” she said, handing me a gilt mirror. “Look into this.”

“AWabizi mirror,” I said.

“Yes.” Did she look surprised that I knew this?

“I’ve never seen one,” I said, taking it. “But I’ve heard of them.” I examined myself. “Is it

keyed just to you somehow?”

“Yes,” she said. She enunciated perfectly, as if each sound were carefully crafted and

controlled. “The particular mirror shows me what I most need to know about the person

holding it.”

No wonder she didn’t ask for references. Like lightning, fear forked through me. I had

nothing good at all to show this woman. There was nothing in my life that made me proud.

“Do we have to do this?” I asked.

The Gold Wizard gave me a steady look. She wasn’t like Uriah at all. There was nothing

oily or smarmy about her. “I need to know the state of your heart.”

The state of my heart…Empty. Forsaken. Drunk. I had nothing more to lose. Silently I

held out my hand for the mirror and looked into its depths.

A different kind of man might’ve seen lank hair in need of a wash and cut, round dark eyes

with even darker circles under them, a wan, sickly pallor seen in street-living drunks.

But I wasn’t the man to see myself that way. Instead, I brushed my hair from my eyes and

saw finely chiseled cheekbones, twinkling eyes, and a strong chin—in short, a handsome

devil that E. H. Sokaris would have a hard time resisting.

“You’re missing the point entirely,” Sokaris said, with more than a hint of exasperation.

“Setting the mirror in your lap may help.”

I obediently put the mirror on my thighs and spent some time trying to find my nose hairs

appealing. No luck. I was about to give up when something flashed, like a fish deep

beneath the surface of a pond.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice huskier now. “You’ve got it.”

A delicate toenail came into focus in the mirror’s depths, the palest pink and breathtakingly

feminine. Apricot-colored sheets, which may have been satin, provided a fitting backdrop.

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The nail belonged to a narrow foot with a lovely arch.

The foot couldn’t belong to Sokaris. Her skin was the same shade as the midnight sky, so

black it approached purple. The foot in the mirror was the shade of barely toasted bread,

lighter than honey but just as sweet.

Something about that foot…

“Keep looking, please, while you answer my questions.”

“Okay,” I said. Watching wasn’t difficult. The foot was beautiful in its proportions.

Delicate and strong at the same time.

But the pink-toenailed foot wasn’t alone in those satiny sheets.

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