At that, I turned on the cushioned stool to better look at him. He appeared not a drop older than twenty-five years. Though that was no surprise. Even half-fae could live a few hundred years before signs of aging slowly took hold.
The male twisted on his stool, too. His thigh-high leather boots creaked when he reached down to his feet.
His focus sharpened on my face as he paused in tying the maze of laces. “Who in the skies are you, innocent one?” He sniffed. His neck rolled as he straightened, gaze brightening. “Such dark eyes for such a seemingly pure soul.”
I refrained from saying I wasn’t pure. I couldn’t be when I was more grateful than distraught over Rolina’s demise.
The door burst open.
Morin cursed viciously. “You haven’t done your hair.” I watched her scowl in the mirror. “Or so much as touched your face.” She looked over her shoulder into the hall, her complexion paling when she stared back at me and chewed her red-painted lip. She sighed. “Never mind. We’ve no time. Come.”
I offered a slight smile to the male who was now smirking at me and rose on weak legs.
As I entered the hall, the fear I could scent dampening the air grew stronger. Strong enough to realize it was not merely emanating from me but from the stiff-backed madam I trailed.
“Room twelve.” Halfway down the hall, she stopped and turned to me. Her apple-green eyes were glossy. “Whatever you do, do not displease him.” With that, she gestured to the slim stairwell beside her.
“But…” I frowned, thinking she would surely tell me more. “I don’t know anything. I don’t know what I’m expected to do or if—”
“You do whatever he tells you to. Now go.”
She waited as I hesitated. It was now clear there was no escaping this, and that informing her of my inexperience would be pointless.
So I gripped the railing tight and waded down to the second floor.
Adrenaline fled. Terror froze my feet to the floor before the closed purple door of room twelve. The room sat at the end of the hall. Firelight in the lone lamp upon the wall caused the aged brass of the numbers one and two to darken and then glow.
Could I truly do this? Not only was I ill-prepared, but apparently, I was also a coward.
The silence of the entire floor was too telling. Too stifling. Indeed, the rooms had been masked by spell-work to keep all sound trapped within.
Claws, sharp and sinking, dug deep into my stomach.
I shifted over the cool wood floor beneath my bare feet, unsure how I should proceed.
Was I supposed to knock or simply enter the room and introduce myself? Would he decide to just get straight to… business? What would such business entail when it was a transaction? I had some idea of what to expect when I one day gave myself to another, and I’d imagined passion, heat, and a magic that could not be explained. Would this gent want any such thing?
Perhaps he was expecting me to merely offer myself and forget about any enjoyment of my own. Was I permitted to enjoy it? What if I loathed it? How should one even offer themselves? Naked? Half clothed? Sprawled upon the bed and hopefully not shaking with fear of the unknown?
Behind me, the stairs halfway down the hall tempted like an alluring siren I wasn’t sure I could muster the courage to become.
If I fled, then I would face yet another gigantic setback and certain danger. Like so many with business in the middle lands, Morin would have people to punish those who dared to disrespect her. If I stayed, then I would face the stranger awaiting the use of my body on the other side of the door that seemed to pulse with the uneven thud of my heart.
As if plucking a piece of broken glass from my foot, I seized the handle with gritted teeth and opened the door.
Of course, the first thing I noticed was the bed. Deep purple gauze was secured with black ribbon to the four posts surrounding it. It waited dressed in similar colored bedding in the center of the far wall.
I saw nothing else.
My teeth unglued, my attention stolen by the commanding presence of my first client.
He stood at an oak liquor cabinet mere feet from where I was frozen in the doorway, his hair only a shade lighter than the rippling black silk of his loose shirt. I drew in his staggering height, then the long fingers leaving the crystal decanter of whiskey he set down.
The most beautiful man I’d ever seen turned, his thick hair whispering over a broad shoulder. “You’re late.”
I was unable to keep my eyes from widening as my heartbeat stalled.
Man was the wrong word.
Every inch of him was pure and cold-blooded faerie.
My heart restarted with a violent patter. Unsure how to respond—how to talk at all—I uttered dumbly, “I am?”
He stilled, and I knew I’d displeased him. The air changed, growing chilled with talons and teeth as he turned in full.
I almost wished he hadn’t.
His eyes were a blue so deep, they resembled the sky before an evening storm. Fringed in dark lashes, their uncompromising weight caused my heart to cease racing in my chest.
It stopped beating entirely as the male’s thick brows furrowed and he gave the glass of whiskey to his parting mouth. His nose was strong and straight without a trace of past injury, and his lips so full I couldn’t help but wonder how soft they’d feel against my own when he lowered the glass.
He licked them, and my stomach tightened. The odd sensation worsened when he swallowed the liquor.
Hypnotized by the dipping of his throat, my gaze traversed the olive skin as though I could follow the whiskey’s journey into his body. A body that, even covered in clothing, overwhelmed. Burning with shame and something I failed to recognize, I couldn’t remove my eyes from the small smattering of dark hair revealed where he’d left his shirt unbuttoned at his throat.
His voice was bark wrapped in silk. His order one I didn’t even consider disobeying as he said with quiet authority, “Do close the door.”
I tore my eyes from his chest and turned to do as he said, using the opportunity to take a moment. I took a few more as I locked the wooden barrier with the golden chain, unable to believe what I’d just done.
I’d blatantly ogled my client.
A client of whom I’d need to bed.
A male of whom was both breathtakingly beautiful and extremely terrifying.
As though he could read my mind, and likely scent what I was undoubtedly flooding the room with, humor thickened his tone. “Do you not wish to look at me some more?”
My cheeks caught fire. “I apologize. You just…” I turned back, but found I couldn’t meet his eyes. I fastened my own upon the large velvet divan beside me. “Well, I suppose you shocked me.”
Shocked was putting it mildly.
It was not for me to discern why anyone visited this establishment, but curiosity had me wondering what beneath the stars would possess such a creature to pay for pleasure? He had no need, surely, regardless of whatever his tastes may be.
“Were you expecting someone else?”
I shook my head and clasped my hands before me to keep them from trembling. “I wasn’t told anything about whom I would uh…” I winced, deciding on, “I would meet.”
The faerie said nothing for a moment, but his attention was a frost pressing upon every part of me. I heard him swallow as he drained the whiskey. The glass hit the wood behind him with a thud that nearly made me jump.