“The fundraiser is a public event, and despite the fact we’re currently at odds with each other, my father specifically requested that I be there to keep up appearances and because he has a special announcement he was certain I’d want to hear. I stood in the bathroom doorway, clothes in one hand and the other running through the spiky green strands of hair on top of my head. “Why are you going to this thing anyway? Isn’t being around your dad the las thing you should be doing right now?” Kasra’s voice softened and her concern soothed her tone. Blocking about an inch of the bathroom entrance was an ornate mahogany dresser that looked beautiful, but the drawers were so small I wasn’t sure where she actually fit all the clothes she owned. The furniture in her home was also much nicer, but didn’t exactly fit. Although Kasra and I lived in the same building, her apartment was slightly larger than mine. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was teasing or serious.Ĭlothes in hand, I eyed the bathroom. “There’s magic threaded into the fabric that will help resist tears and stains, but I swear, if you ruin it, Zulli … our friendship is over!” She raised her eyebrows at me and slammed the rubber tip of a crutch into the floor. “I paid a pretty piece of my salary for this masterpiece,” Kasra chided. Soft voices from the TV in the living room cycled through commercials and provided background noise that cut through what would otherwise be mostly silence. “Well, I’m certainly not going to be able to fight in this highly impractical piece of clothing.” I waddled awkwardly over to her massive poster bed, a large piece of furniture that overran her small apartment, and snagged my flannel shirt and jeans from the mattress. Kasra adjusted her crutches and held out a hand to make sure I didn’t fall flat on my face … or more likely to avoid ripping her dress. I bunched the silky fabric of the dress in my hands and hoisted it up to step off the stool. Fischer suggested it would only take about two weeks for her to completely heal. Thanks to some advanced magic technology, Dr. Her broken leg was in a cast, but she adapted easily to the crutches, hopping around her apartment like it didn’t even bother her. “Maybe we can wrap the chain around the collar or something? Plus, since you can’t carry your belt with you, at least this will give you some protection if anything goes wrong.”ĭespite having been thrown off the roof of a building not more than a few days ago, Kasra was recovering more quickly than anyone could have imagined. It was the same spelled object I had recently given to her as an apology gift. Kasra removed a ruby teardrop necklace that rested against her chest and placed it in my hand. Silver jewelry jingled from her wrists, and a heavy application of makeup helped conceal her excessive amount of freckles. The marigold yellow matched the warmth and brightness of the spring day outside. Her knee length sundress wrapped around her dainty figure and hung off one shoulder. Although she wasn’t invited to this formal occasion, no one would question her if she tried to stroll in through the front door. “Maybe we can hide it with some other chunky piece of jewelry?” Catilda gave a displeased sigh. Probably not a good idea to take it off just yet.” “I’m not sure how well this thing actually works, but it’s supposed to contain my overflowing power until I can control it. I ran a finger under the thin strip of purple leather secured around my neck. “Although I really wish that cat collar could go …” Her copper curls bounced along with her excitement, and her alluring blue eyes lit up with amazement. “But you look absolutely gorgeous, Zulli!” Catilda clasped a gold bracelet around my wrist, then squealed delightfully when she soaked in the completed vision. The stool I was standing on wobbled, and I nearly rolled my ankle in the dressy heels. I rubbed my naked shoulders and cringed as I twisted around to take in my exposed back. Kasra had selected a style that wasn’t too form fitting, but it still cinched tightly around my chest and revealed too much skin for my tastes. The navy gown flowed weightlessly down to my ankles, but the loose fabric left me feeling vulnerable. “You know, when I agreed to work with my mom, I didn’t exactly envision … this.” I frowned at myself in the floor length mirror in Kasra’s studio apartment. *final content subject to change before publishing* Want to get in on the action before everyone else? You can also sign up to be a reviewer! Chapter 1 Fury of a Phantom is set to be released December 23rd! Here’s a sneak peek at the first chapter and don’t forget to pre-order your eBook copy through Amazon.
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