Is that really me?
Autumn still stood before the mirror like a living statue, her breath still shallow, her fingers trembling at her sides.
Mara held up a pair of claw shaped ear cuffs. "These or the ruby drops?"
Serra tilted her head, already draping a thin string of gold around Autumn's ankle. "The claws," she let out without waiting for Autumn's response. "Let her wear her warning signs loud and proud."
The shimmer from her cheekbones caught the candlelight as she looked down at the intricate filigree mask in Niva's palm.
She did think it was beautiful from the very beginning but now, as Niva held it beside her new ,sexy avatar…beside that sexy red…it honestly looked a hundred times sexier.
Autumn looked at it with attention…those delicate patterns of thorns and crescent moons etched in silver with a hint of metallic gold. A feather of black lace curled out from one side like a whisper of rebellion against the subtle hues.
