Chapter 83

　　He watched my face as I braided, frowning, his violet eyes clouded. When I reached the end, he tied it off with a length of gold wire, winding it tightly around the hair.

　　It took less time to comb and braid my hair and he leaned forward to wind the wire around the tail of my braid, his cheek close enough that if I inclined slightly forward, I could brush my lips across the skin. “Are you Fae?” I asked him.

　　He turned his head slightly and arched a brow with a sneer. “No.” He turned back to winding the wire around my hair, twisting it to break it off the body of the coil and tucking the two ends so they were invisible to the eye. He leaned back into his seat. “You should go to bed,” he decided. “If you are to make yourself useful for another day.”

　　He took up a book and began to read.