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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(119) by Anne Bishop
  • As he walked back to the town house, he took mental note of every person who shunned him and every person who made a point of acknowledging him. He saw everything… and he saw nothing because the city had faded behind a soft mist that held a terrible clarity.

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    Arms linked, Surreal and Jaenelle strolled to the registration desk at the far end of the two-story atrium that was decorated to feel tranquil and lush…and was a clear signal that pampering Ladies was a serious business.

    "Mother Night," Jaenelle said, looking around with wide eyes. "Are there really enough female indulgences to take up a place this size?"

    "You'd be surprised," Surreal replied, biting back a smile when Jaenelle groaned. The place was built on a much grander scale, but it reminded her of Deje's Red Moon house in Chaillot,Terreille…and made her wonder, since there were guest rooms, if there were a few accommodations that weren't advertised. Not that sex was on her list of indulgences right now. Not for herself, anyway. "We'll get settled in our suite, then I'll make the appointments for our pampering."

    "Maybe just…"

    "No."

    "But…"

    "You'll love it. Trust me."

    Jaenelle gave Surreal a narrow-eyed stare. "You think painting your toenails is normal."

    "And your point is?"

    Sighing, Jaenelle slipped her arm out of Surreal's and turned away from the registration desk just as a trim man returned to the desk from the other direction.

    "Good morning, Ladies," he said, giving them a warm smile.

    Returning the smile, Surreal gave him her name…and watched hostility flash across his face before he managed to hide it behind a neutral mask.

    "I am sorry, Lady Surreal, but there are no rooms available."

    You're not sorry at all, you spineless little prick."I made a reservation, which was confirmed. Check your book."

    "There's no need. I assure you…"

    "Don't fret about it, Surreal," Jaenelle said quietly, turning back to face the registration desk…and the man. "If an error was made, we can stay at the family town house. There are other shops in Amdarh, and I'm certain this establishment isn't the only place that has people skilled at trimming and styling hair."

    She wasn't sure which was more fascinating… the way Jaenelle bloodlessly gutted the little prick with a few words or the way the little prick scrambled to rectify his error when he recognized the golden-haired woman standing in front of him.

    A minute later, Surreal tucked the key into her pocket, linked arms with Jaenelle to provide support without being too obvious, and headed for their suite of rooms.

    "He didn't want us here," Jaenelle said quietly.

    "Oh, he was thrilled to haveyou," Surreal replied.I'm the one he looked at as if I was shit on his shoes. Now why is that, I wonder?

    The ground-floor suite had its own small, heated pool off the sitting room as well as two bedrooms with private bathrooms. At least the little prick was smart enough to give them one of the best suites.

    "Why don't you rest for a bit while I go make the appointments?" Surreal said as she walked to the door.

    "Are you going to take care of things, Surreal?"

    Thinking Jaenelle hadn't heard her, she turned…and saw the look in Witch's eyes. And understood Jaenelle wasn't talking about appointments.

    She smiled. "You can count on it."

    She grabbed the first official-looking person she met, swung the other witch into a tiny alcove, and had the tip of her favorite stiletto tucked under the woman's chin before her prey had a chance to react.

    "Listen up, sugar," Surreal said softly. "My cousin has spent months recovering from brutal injuries. Now that she's well enough, I brought her here for the kind of pampering I heard you specialize in. You understand me so far?"

    "Y-yes," the witch stammered.

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