Chapter 8

I did not know how I made it to the House unscathed and alive in the company of Fenrir Fauntleroy, but I did and I will eternally be grateful to the Moon Goddess for it. We did not speak at all. There was a barrier between us, made of a mix of tension and fear, that anyone would be able to notice. I was grateful that he kept his silence.

His silent company took me to the House and led me inside. The patrol were alarmed by his presence, but he would quietly redirect their eyes to me using simple gestures and they would back up. Like me, quiet but tense.

Perhaps I looked like a hostage next to him.

He opened the door and led me inside. He left me in a sitting room while he went to get his brother, saying, “He is hideous when not put together. I’ll get him and make him look presentable, at least.”

So I waited. Sat in the velvet settee in my breeches and unrecognizable disguise. This would be the first time he’d see me without my gown, my jewelry, my silky smooth hair, and my porcelain