Page of Swords by Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller

Author:Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller [Booth, Ainsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Booth Haller Books

Max wasn’t wrong. By the time I wake up from the world’s longest post-call sleep, dusk is setting on Duke Street and there’s a decent amount of noise coming from street-level. I wrap myself in my blanket and crawl over to the window to check it out.

I immediately smile, because Bas is in the middle of it all, a giant among men. Extra giant right now, because he’s wearing some kind of fur vest that makes his already significant shoulders look positively massive as he points people in various directions.

When he turns around, I realize he’s got a sword hanging off a thick leather belt, and are his pants leather, too?

I scramble higher on my knees, pressing my nose against the glass. No, they’re black cargo pants, maybe. More practical, but still perfect for his sexy Viking costume.

I need to see his outfit up close. Which means I need to get dressed myself. Leotard first, then the garter belt and fishnet stockings, the ballet-styled boots, following by the tutu and finally the corset. A dirty, gritty ballerina. I twist my hair into a sophisticated twist with curls falling out of it, add a couple of sparkly spiders I found in the hospital gift shop, and swipe on a bit of lipgloss and mascara.

The last thing I want at the end of the night is to worry about taking off makeup before I bury my face in Bas’s pillows. Or something.

Any answer to that hypothetical something is contraindicated for a full painted face. Sweat, happy tears, other bodily fluids…

I blush at myself in the mirror, add another dash of gloss, then make the spiders in my hair dance with a little wiggle.

I’m fully prepared to freeze my nipples off, because the corset just barely covers them—and without the leotard, that would be super dirty. But when I get downstairs and step outside, the super cool end-of-October air only nips at my nose for a second before I get a waft of something warmer.

“Bas thought of everything, didn’t he?” Tessa asks, appearing from nowhere with a latte, which she hands over before waving at the portable heaters that are taking the chill off the air. “Including this coffee for you, by the way. He said I should keep an eye out for you while he’s fixing something down at the other end.”

“Thanks.” I don’t miss her twinkling smile, but I’m not ready to answer any questions about Bas just yet, so I ignore that bit of her nosy neighour routine and admire her costume instead. “This is an awesome thing,” I say, gesturing at her Wild West steampunk get-up. “Is your stall all set up?”

She curtsies. “Good to go, ready for people to arrive soon.”

I crane my head to the side, but I can’t see the big clock on Main Street.

Tessa reads my mind. “Half an hour to go until doors open. But all the stalls are set up, if you want to roam now before it gets busy.”

“It’s already busy,” I murmur, taking a grateful sip of hot coffee.

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