Aubrey glanced at Beverly with a smirk—and with contempt that turned her stomach.
“I didn’t mean to interfere, my prince.” He fingered the large jewel in
his necklace, and before she could think of a clever remark he
evaporated into nothing.
Dandelion led her to the fountain. A
guy and girl on the steps wearing chokers stood and pulled their
partners to their feet to give Dandelion a place to sit. The guy with
the choker wore a t-shirt that said disco sucks. He appraised Beverly
from head to foot with lecherous a grin.
“Nice shirt, Fen,”
Dandelion said. “You and Violet be off. Get the others out of here, into
the parks. And check in with Cissa before dark.”
The human guy put his arm around Violet’s waist and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Green Park is gear,” he said.
Violet and Fen exchanged a sly look, and led their partners away.
Beverly was sure they were up to no good, but Dandelion didn’t seem
They sat on the steps, and his thigh brushed
against hers, bare but for the fishnet stockings. She felt a rush of
longing for him, but confusingly Aubrey’s hold on her lingered.
Dandelion lifted a lock of her hair and seemed relieved that it was a
wig. He said, “Look at me.”