CHAPTER 24
The silk of the tunic was so soft, it flowed through Rory’s fingers like water. From her neck to her ribs, the tunic was as tight as a bodice, flowing out loosely beyond that, with an opening at the back that revealed her shoulder blades. Long slashes reached up to the lowest point of her ribs, exposing long triangles of her flat stomach.
“Mar-ve-llous. Absolutely marvellous, and yes, I do say so myself,” exclaimed Percival. “I have outdone myself, really I have. The girl is almost pleasant to look at.”
“Hush, Percival,” said Mizria. “I think she looks beautiful.”
Rory snorted. “I think Percival is more on the money. ‘Beautiful’ and me don’t really go together.”
“No, no,” said Mizria, grabbing Rory’s arms. Rory realised that once again, without realising, she had started to
