17
Reine
Rhys and I dropped his car off with the valets and walked inside the hotel. Sir Raleigh disappeared from my shoulder, and I hoped he'd gone up to the room. I thought there had been a lot of people there yesterday, but that seemed to have been a rehearsal. Today we had to weave around clusters of ‘Con-goers, all dressed up like fairies with wings and pointed ear additions. Both the men and women sported glitter on their faces and makeup highlighting cheekbones and jawlines, making their faces appear thin and angular. Rhys and I exchanged an amused glance at what they thought our world must be like.
"Damn, I left my glitter and wings in my other jacket," Rhys joked, then turned serious. "I've almost forgotten what they feel like."
I flexed my shoulder blades, remembering the fee
