Dragon’s Party (Steel Dragon Book 7) by Kevin McLaughlin & Michael Anderle

Author:Kevin McLaughlin & Michael Anderle [Mclaughlin, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798885411165
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2022-01-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The two dragons plunged past the skyscrapers and landed in front of a storefront in downtown Detroit. They transformed in a blink as people walked past and tried not to stare. Kristen marveled at how much faster she could transform than before. When she’d first begun to exercise her dragon powers, it had taken her almost a minute to change from dragon to human or visa-versa. Now, she could do it almost without thinking and in only a few seconds.

Windlock led her inside. She couldn’t believe they had actually walked into Le Clothier. It held unrivaled status as the fanciest clothing store in Detroit. Real people didn’t shop there, at least that was her impression. That wasn’t to say humans didn’t wear the clothes in this store, merely not regular humans.

Pop divas from Detroit’s Motown past wore gowns from Le Clothier and hip-hop moguls wore their suits. Athletes from the Lions or the Tigers occasionally sported a tuxedo from Le Clothier—although often with sports commentators on the sports cable networks lambasting the person for wasting their money on such ostentation. Previously, she had thought it was too much—and honestly insulting—when a sports commentator went on a tirade about how an athlete wasted their money. After all, it was their money and simply because they were athletes didn’t mean they didn’t know how to spend it.

That’s what she had thought until she saw the prices.

“Windlock…” Kristen hissed a horrified protest through her teeth. “This dress is thirty thousand dollars.”

The dragon shrugged casually and looked down his nose at the garment. “Let’s find something fresher. That was in style a year ago, which is why it's marked down. They’ll sell it to a costume maker for a movie or something.”

“Can’t we—” She unfortunately managed to say nothing more as two tailors stepped forward and began to fawn over their new clients.

She might have called regular people shop-keepers or salesmen, but these two were so obviously committed to their craft that she couldn’t help but think of them as couturiers.

“Darling, darling, darling,” the woman said. “It has been too long.” She spoke in slightly accented English—French perhaps, or maybe Italian? The word “cosmopolitan” popped into her head and stuck.

“You know I don’t go in for this nonsense, Ell,” Windlock replied brusquely.

“And yet here you are, Investigator, here you are!” The woman wore black pants, a black turtleneck with black buttons, and black heels that Kristen wouldn’t have ever dared wear. Ell’s hair was short, longer than a buzz but not by much. She was breathtakingly beautiful in an austere kind of way. The only color on her body came from the yellow measuring tape around her neck and a line of silvery pins with yellow balls on their end that were stuck into her shirt in a vertical line with the buttons.

The man was almost the complete opposite. His long hair was braided in what Kristen thought as a very feminine style, yet she had to admit it looked good on him. Instead of black, he wore a purple suit encrusted with sequins.

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