Fabricating Fortunes by Lucretia Stanhope

Author:Lucretia Stanhope [Stanhope, Lucretia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781976047923
Published: 2018-05-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“HAZEL?” MARYANNE TRIED to open her eyes but failed. She bent her arms and pushed up on her elbows. With her eyes still closed she reached for the nightstand and her bell, knocking it off and groaning. “Gunnar? Hazel?”

“Priestess, I’m right here. What do you need?” Hazel lifted Maryanne a little more and put a pillow behind her. She reached down and returned the bell to the night table. “I have food and juice.”

“I…” Maryanne forced her eyes opened. The room was light enough to let her know she slept well past her normal time. “Food, juice. Get me Saul or Woolf.”

Hazel held a glass of juice toward her, but when Maryanne tried to reach for it, she couldn’t lift her hand. “Drink, I’ll hold it. What did that monster do to you?”

After she drank all the juice and ate a few bites of an egg sandwich, Maryanne tried again to sit up. “I need to look presentable, now. There are things I need to do.”

“Do you need Brenda called? You feel awful.” Hazel put an arm around her waist and helped her to the dressing table. “Maybe she can make something to speed your recovery.”

“No, what I need is for you to do as I ask.” Maryanne picked up her brush. The silver felt heavier than she remembered and it dropped from her hand, crashing to the floor.

Hazel picked it up and finished her hair, braiding it, and fastening it with some jewels. She found the matching earrings and put those on, since Maryanne’s hands were still shaking when she tried. “I wish you would let me get the healer, or Thorne even.”

Maryanne managed to get some color on her face, and was smoothing it out as best she could. “Fix this, I’m heavy handed. I need a dress. Now, Hazel. Quit fussing about the healer and do your job.”

Hazel smoothed the foundation and applied a dusting of powder. She already had clothes ready for her and got the dress unlaced, so Maryanne could just step into it.

Maryanne stood, using the back of the chair to hold herself up. It took longer and more effort than it ever had, even on mornings after Vladlen. Maryanne knew it was the dream, the demon, and that she had to find and banish it before nightfall. Her mind was foggy and she wasn’t sure if she would have the clarity or strength to stop another assault.

Once she slipped into the dress, she sat back in the chair, catching her breath, while Hazel put her shoes on. “Where is everyone?” Maryanne only paused for a second before she asked more questions. “Has Woolf or Saul been by? Where is Gunnar today?”

“Gunnar is in town. Do you want to sit here while I go look for Woolf or Saul?” Hazel flinched at the look she got in reply. “What can I do? I want to help you.”

“You can listen to me and stop fretting. Your worry will draw too much attention. Pull yourself together.

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