MAGICAL MAKEOVERS.

A series of raps jolt from sleep. I sit up only to realise I was in the same position I had sprawled in once Nyx left.

Nyx... shit.

Was he back?

“Nyx.”

I look around as the persistent knocks sound again.

Before I can get to the door, it swings open and my jaw drops.

She was gorgeous! I had a feeling I was going to be saying that about everyone here.

“You look like kelpie shit warmed up. Figures they’ll give me the worst one.”

I didn’t need to know what kelpie shit looked like, especially warmed up to recognize the well-cultivated insult. She suddenly didn’t look so gorgeous.

“Nice to meet you too, everyone in this place has such a sunny disposition, must be the clean air.”

She brushes past, ignoring me, dragging a covered cart behind her, and the scent of jasmine smacks me following her inside.

“I am Eislyn of Atlari and I am supposed to prepare you for the mate trials, I am going to be your... lady-in-waiting for lack of a better word.”

“I...”