The Dark Will Rise: A Reverse Harem Mermaid Romance (Twilight Lake - Book 3) by Michaela Haze

Author:Michaela Haze [Haze, Michaela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirty Jeans Publishing
Published: 2024-03-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Shay was gone when I woke. The chair in the corner of the room sat empty and undisturbed as if I had imagined his presence. I patted my hair, feeling the matted texture at the back and wincing as I slid out from between Rainn and Tor to find a comb before they woke.

I wanted to look presentable, even if they were the reason my hair was such a mess.

It took a moment to realize what had woken me from my dead sleep as the hustle and bustle of the nymph village grew more prominent as people filtered into the tents surrounding ours.

The night before, Rainn, Tor, and I had been the only guests, bedding down on the outskirts of camp, but it seemed that more fae had arrived for the impending wedding while we slept.

I stumbled over to my pack and dressed quickly, slipping the firelighter into my pocket for no reason other than it was a gift. I then pulled out my comb and several hairpins.

Rainn rolled over, his limp arm hanging off the bed as he grumbled in his sleep. I bit back a laugh. Rainn always slept deeply; it would take an earthquake to wake him before he was ready.

Tor, on the other hand, slept on his back. Completely still, as if ready to spring up at any moment.

As if sensing my eyes on him, Tor sat up, brushing his long dark hair out of his face. Alert, though he had just woken up, he searched for the source of the ruckus before relaxing when his eyes met mine.

“The day before the wedding,” Tor grumbled, sliding his legs over the side of the bed to rest on the floor. He cocked his head to the side, staring at the pearl-encrusted comb and hair pins. “Would you like me to braid your hair?”

I reached up, rubbing one of the silver tendrils between my fingers. “Would you? I don’t have a mirror, and the back is a state.”

Tor nodded, patting the bed. “Sit in front of me.”

I bit back a smile but did as he said, perching on the end of the bed closest to the tent wall. Rainn lay under the covers, sleeping peacefully despite the low hum of excited chatter as the other tents began to fill.

Tor’s callused fingers brushed the back of my neck as he moved my hair, reaching over my shoulder for the pearl comb. He quickly separated the snarls, combing from the bottom with gentle, practiced strokes. Though I knew my hair was tangled, it didn’t hurt when Tor combed my hair.

“You’re good at this,” I noted, amused.

“Elsbeth wouldn’t let anyone fix her hair as a youngling. She said I was the only one who did her hair how she liked.” Tor murmured, a smile in his voice. “It annoyed our mother, but I learned how to braid hair quickly. Lest my younger sister look like a state around the castle.”

“I’m surprised your mother didn’t just tell Elsbeth to let one of her maids do her hair,” I replied.

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