Origin Exposed: Descended of Dragons, Book 2 by Jen Crane

Author:Jen Crane [Crane, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carpe Noctem Publishing LLC
Published: 2015-10-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

I had nothing to wear to Prime Minister Shaw’s house, a fact I discovered approximately two and a half hours before I was expected. Timbra led me on a shopping expedition, a welcome distraction for both of us. With her help I purchased a flattering little black dress with clean, classic lines and a grown-up pair of heels. She fixed my hair and appointed me with jewelry from both of our collections.

When she let me see the result in the mirror the person looking back at me was…well, a woman.

“Oh, Timbra,” I said turning from side to side. “Look what you’ve done. I’m all growed up.”

Her laughter was like a wind chime—soft, melodic, and laced with fond memories.“It’s true,” she said. “Look at your boobs—they finally came in.”

I chuckled and turned to her. “You’re sure you’ll be all right without me? I hate to leave you. I can —”

“Hush. I’ll be fine. A little heartache never killed anyone. Besides,” her smile turned sad, “I’ll still have it when you get back.”

I hugged her from the side so as not to smudge or wrinkle, and whispered a sincere thanks.

At eight on the dot Pia alerted me to a visitor in the grand hall. I waved to Timbra and shot to the foot of the grand hall staircase.

Though Thayerians were used to the abrupt ins and outs necessitated by tracing, my presence nonetheless caught the attention of several in the hall.

One of those was Ewan, whose mouth fell open at the sight of me. He’d been talking to Pippa Tha Spinna, that gap-thighed spin instructor. She noticed the change in him and followed his gaze. When she saw me she jerked, surprise apparent in her pert, perfect features.

I turned more slowly than was necessary so they could all get an adequate look before setting my sights on my escort. He was young and gangly, though not unattractive, which I was thankful for since I’d apparently decided to put on a show.

“Ms. Stonewall,” he said and bent at the waist. As he rose he extended a slender hand, and together we traced to my uncle’s house, leaving my rapt audience behind.

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.