Sapient Salvation 4: The Claiming (Sapient Salvation Series) by Faith Jayne & Castle Christine

Author:Faith, Jayne & Castle, Christine [Faith, Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: paranormal romance
Publisher: CCJF Books
Published: 2016-07-17T04:00:00+00:00

8

Maya

BEFORE MY APPOINTMENT with Sytoria, I had my fitting with the dressmaker. On any other day, I would have thoroughly delighted in the beautiful garments I saw reflected in the three-way mirror. But my mind was so filled with Clarisse’s story and the prospect of beginning my lessons with Sytoria, there was little room for anything else.

Bernice, the dressmaker’s assistant, helped me try on dress after dress. Some fit perfectly, but a few she pinned for minor alterations.

After the dresses, I slipped into the first of several feather-light, silky frocks that were for my nighttime visits to Lord Toric’s bedchamber.

One of the negligees was made of a matte black satin with scalloped lace around the edges. The skirt was so short it barely covered my backside. It made me look more mature, somehow. More experienced. I looked at my reflection, trying to imagine a whip in my hand.

When we’d whittled the rack of new garments down to two groups—those that fit and would be delivered to my room, and those that needed altering—I tried on a dozen pairs of shoes.

Looking down at a pair of nude peep-toe heels, I couldn’t help but think of Iris and how she’d taught me to walk in shoes like these. Iris had been trained for the Tournament. She knew the story of the field mice.

I knew Lord Toric was watching out for her the best he could while she remained imprisoned and under control of the Monitors. I would ask him to find some way I could visit her.

All through the fitting appointment I felt impatient for it to end so I could to go Sytoria. But after Bernice sent me on my way, I suddenly had the urge to dawdle. My stomach tightened and my hands grew damp as I left the dressmaker’s workshop.

What if Sytoria wasn’t willing to teach me anything of real value? What if she tried and I couldn’t get the hang of it? What if I couldn’t do it in the way Lord Toric wanted? What if my attempts only made him wish for her instead?

I felt slightly nauseous by the time I reached Sytoria’s door. I swiped my sweaty hands down the sides of my dress and then knocked.

To my surprise, it wasn’t Sytoria who answered. It was Rosa, a woman I’d known years ago when she was still back on Earthenfell. She’d lived in our neighborhood and taken care of me and my sister on occasion, before her training for the Tournament completely took over her life.

My brows lifted. “Rosa! I’m delighted to see you again, but I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room.” I leaned back, peering at the doors on either side.

She opened the door a little wider and I saw Sytoria emerge from the adjoining bathroom.

“You’re in the right place,” Rosa said. “We’re expecting you.”

I tried to hide my surprise once again. Rosa was Sytoria’s roommate? I couldn’t help wondering how they got along. Rosa was all warmth and playfulness. Sytoria was pure sensual confidence, aloof and cool.

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