THE HUNTING PARTY WAS already gone by the time I dropped Aiti off for another day in the kitchen. But I wasn’t left to my own devices. My bridesmaids found me there amid the bustle of cooking and cleaning, their dainty noses crinkling as they took in their surroundings.
“What on earth are you doing in the servants’ wing?” one demanded. She had tufts of fur on her cheeks, proof that she wasn’t powerful enough to glamour herself to fae perfection. Still, her features had the unearthly beauty that surrounded even the lesser fae.
“What are you doing here?” I countered.
“Helping you plan your wedding, silly,” answered the second. Her eyes were a gem-like blue that tinged into violet. Her teeth were as sharp as mine when I started to turn wolf.
The third was silent yet dogged as they swept m
