Chapter Eighteen
She pulled on the clothes without letting herself consider the rough texture of the leather against her bare skin. They had been made for someone larger than her, with muscle and curves Nola lacked.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Are you dressed yet?” Kieran called.
“Yes?” Nola said tentatively, staring at her pale face and leather-clad body in the mirror.
I look like I belong in Nightland.
Kieran came in, not bothering to suppress his laugh as he saw her.
“Thanks.” Nola grimaced, taking another bite of the bread and instantly regretting it as the metallic taste flooded her mouth.
“You look great.” Kieran ran a hand through his hair. “Just not like you. It’s going to take them a while to figure things out. Emanuel has a grand plan, but they still have to iron out th
