Iron & Velvet by Alexis Hall

Author:Alexis Hall [Hall, Alexis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2013-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

My sleeping patterns were fucked again. By the time I drove back to London, it was four in the morning. I did my now-customary face-plant and woke up at noon, with the weird realisation that there was nothing I was meant to be doing. Technically, I’d put myself back on the case, but progress had stalled. The Prince of Coins probably wasn’t involved, but it would take a while for Lucy to confirm that. And I’d ruled out both the Vane-Tempest clan and their whacky supernatural neighbours. That left me with a grand total of zero suspects and zero leads. I could just about pin it on the Dowager or Kauri if I tried really hard, but while I was hardly a beacon of professional ethics, I drew the line at fitting people up. Maybe I would have to accept that I wasn’t going to get this to make sense.

That was when I realised I had no reason to get out of bed. I tried to think of this as a win. I’d sort of closed a case, and nobody was dead who hadn’t already been dead when I started. But then there was the war I’d accidentally started between the mages and the werewolves. I told myself there was nothing I could do about that.

I decided very firmly that I was going to get up and do things and, to my surprise, I did. I peeled off the ruins of my dress and had a shower (this was almost getting to be a regular thing). I tended to my not-very-sexy wounds. The old ones looked like they’d heal up fine, but the white streak in my hair was freaking me out. Tara’s my life is dangerous bullshit was infuriatingly unattractive, but thinking about it, that thing had come really fucking close to actually killing me. I went to get dressed and noticed I hadn’t done any laundry for weeks. It was officially dress-down Monday. I dug the pair of jeans I’d worn least recently out of the bottom of the basket and grabbed the very last T-shirt from the back of the drawer. It turned out to be one of Eve’s. At least it was black, but it had a stick man on the front above the slogan “Stand back, I’m going to try science.”

Well, it hadn’t worked for us.

But today was my day for being a grown-up and doing laundry, not feeling sorry for myself.

This turned out to be more of a challenge than I expected, because I’d run out of those washing tablet things.

It was time for a list.

A couple of hours later, I’d bought cleaning supplies, put my laundry on, stuck all my old bottles in the recycling, changed the bin liner, Skyped my dad, picked up an email from Lucy confirming that it would, indeed, take a while to get anything from the documents I’d sent her but she thought it all looked kosher, cleaned a bunch of crap, and was ready to think about being a go-getting young professional.

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