Page 37 of Bitten By the Fae
I spun around, searching for the source of the feminine tones, but found myself utterly alone in the shop.
“This way, this way,” one of them said.
I felt the nudge against my backside. Then gaped as an invisiblesomethinggrabbed my shirt to tow me forward. “Why can’t I see you?” I demanded.
Tinkling laughs served as their reply.
Then they began to comment on my appearance, noting the quality of my dark hair, my clear skin, and my tiny waist.
When one of them touched my breasts, I scowled. “Show yourselves.”
More tinkling.
And then they closed me in a ten-by-ten room with a mirror and three walls. No exit.
I tried walking through each barrier but found myself trapped.
Then clothes began to appear on a magical rack behind me.
“Try, try, try!” they all sang in unison.
When they started to unbutton my blouse, I whirled around and batted their figment hands away. “I will undress and dress myself, thank you.”
“Oh, feisty fun,” one of them murmured.
“Yes, yes. She demands privacy. We’ll go.”
“Try them all, love! And pick all your favorites. The note says all expenses are covered.”
“Enjoy!”
They blew invisible kisses through the air, the sound caressing my cheeks in an unwelcome wave. I wiped them off with a gag, then froze as silence fell around me.
I counted to twenty before I let my shoulders fall in relief.
Finally.
At least thirty outfits waited on the rack, as well as a dozen or so shoes.
I ran my fingers along each shirt and skirt, noting the fine quality. As an Earth Fae, I always enjoyed making my own clothes from nature. But that wasn’t an option here. I needed outfits that helped me assimilate to this realm. The more I blended in, the less people would notice me. And that would become important for my eventual departure.
Assuming I found a way to escape. In addition to a place to run to.
Sighing, I resigned myself to my current fate once more. Might as well pick some outfits that suited my tastes. Besides, all the expenses were covered, right?
Nacht account, Zephyrus had said. I recognized the family name as the one Kolstov belonged to. Which meant he, or maybe his father, was paying for all of this.
My lips curled.
While I’d prefer Shade foot the bill for getting me into this mess, I couldn’t deny feeling a little bit of glee knowing my wardrobe spending spree would be billed directly to my primary captor.
Seven outfits?
No, surely he meant seventeen.
And a dozen or so casual ones as well.
“Ladies,” I called out, glancing around and waiting.
