Land of the Beautiful Dead
“Maybe she’d made her last run on her own or maybe Azrael had sent someone out to get her, but however it happened, she was here and she was his.
Lan knew this, not because she saw her and certainly not because anyone told her, but because Serafina brought a tray to Azrael’s room the next morning and told Lan to eat quickly because they had to go to town. If Lan didn’t already know she was being run off so the new girl could be settled in—and she did—she knew it soon enough. The errands Serafina kept pulling out of her perfect ass all had to do with dressing up: new measurements and designs for more gowns, fittings for slippers, picking out belts and gloves and all the twee glittery shit that set a ‘look’ off proper. She even went to a hat shop. Hats, for fuck’s sake, who wore hats anymore? Why was anyone even making them?
Eventually, Serafina ran out of ways to waste time and took her back to the palace, so at last Lan knew what it took to make her glad to go to lessons.
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8 / 10
User Reviews: