Falkrag (Wytch Kings, Book 5) by Jaye McKenna

Author:Jaye McKenna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jaye McKenna
Published: 2018-08-23T00:00:00+00:00

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Shaine slipped on his dark blue jacket and surveyed himself in the full-length mirror. Though his preference had always been for brighter colors, dark jewel tones made him look older and more serious, so he’d settled for a blue so dark it was nearly black.

As he surveyed himself, he caught a glimpse in the glass of Vorri behind him, shifting his weight from foot to foot while Senn plaited his long, white hair. With that hair and his pale skin, he looked devastating in the dark grey breeches and formal jacket Shaine had loaned him.

Senn tied off Vorri’s queue with a wide grey ribbon and stepped back, surveying him with narrowed eyes. “I think he’ll do, sir, though I can’t promise that queue will stay tidy.” The valet let out a long-suffering sigh. “His hair has been badly neglected. I’ve never had to use so much oil in my life.”

“Thank you, Senn, that will be all,” Shaine said stiffly. “You’d better go and see to Mikhyal.”

Senn left with nothing more than a mildly offended sniff, and when he was gone, Vorri gave Shaine an uncertain smile. “Do I really look all right? Or was he just being kind?”

“Kind?” Shaine snorted. “Senn? Aio’s teeth, no. He was being his usual smugly superior self. He prides himself on well-turned-out princes, and your hair was giving him fits. I don’t suppose you’ve ever had it properly cut, have you?”

“My mother trims it for me when it gets too long, but I’ve never had it done up like this. I usually just tie it back. This is all rather uncomfortable.”

“Ai, formal attire usually is,” Shaine conceded. He stared down at the floor, wishing his stomach would stop flipping about.

“Are you all right?” Vorri asked quietly.

“I’m fine,” Shaine lied, then bit his lip. “No. I’m not fine. I’m afraid they won’t… I owe you my life, and I want to help you… but if they won’t allow Vayne to perform the transformation on me, I might be more of a liability to you than anything.”

Vorri leaned in to steal a kiss, his confidence in Shaine flowing through the pack-sense and warming Shaine in spite of his fears. “Do your best. They will decide what they decide, and we will work around it.”

Shaine swallowed hard and gave his shirt one last tug. Wishing he felt as sure of himself as Vorri, Shaine led the way out into the main room, where Mikhyal awaited them. He, too, was dressed in formal attire.

Mikhyal looked them both over with a critical eye, then nodded his approval. “Are you ready for this, Shaine? I’d spare you the ordeal of having to speak if I could, but they’re going to want the whole story from you. And I imagine they’ll have a great many questions for both of you.”

“I’m all right. I’ve already been questioned once by Garrik and his advisors.” Shaine tried to sound unconcerned, but the tremor in his voice gave him away. Beside him, Vorri slipped a hand into his and squeezed.

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