LEAH
“You shouldn’t be in such a hurry to meet the council,” Damien said, leaning against the doorframe, watching me struggle with my pants. I had one leg in and was tugging at the other when his voice broke through my concentration.
“I have to impress them,” I shot back, yanking the fabric into place with a grunt. “This is the first time I will be sitting in their presence. I have only ever watched them from a distance. Never up close.”
I grabbed a black jacket, slinging it over my shirt as I moved to the mirror.
My fingers found the comb on the table, and I started dragging it through my hair, tying it up into a high ponytail once it was smooth enough.
“Why are you dressed like a spy?” Damien asked, his tone amused.
I spared him a glance, rolling my eyes. “I’m going for a tough loo
