Road To Winter (Fae's Captive #2)(21)

“Sounds like a real good time,” Beth snipes.

The road gets busier as we ride into town. Creatures that defy imagination mill about on either side of the lane, entering shops or arguing with each other. Some of them are high fae, their stature and ears giving them away. Others are more of a mystery, though I can see what I think are a few changelings scattered around on wooden porches stained red from the dirt. We cross an alleyway, and I see two bare-chested males fighting, both of them swinging huge axes, their battle yells ignored by everyone. The view is gone as we continue down the road. Maybe Gareth wasn’t exaggerating about how dangerous this town is.

Pulling up in front of a storefront, Gareth jumps down and peers around the street. Plenty of fae watch us, some of them whispering to each other. I suppose seeing two winter realm fae with a couple of bedraggled changelings isn’t a common occurrence.

“I need a hat.” I glance up at the too-bright sky. “The trees shielded me in the forest, but out here I’ll burn to a crisp.”

“Clothes, too.” Beth throws a leg over her mount and jumps down. “You need to cover up. So do I.”

“We told you to stay put and—” Gareth groans when I start to dismount. Leander grabs my waist and lowers me down slowly.

“Beth is right. We need clothes. Is there a store like that here?”

“This is the goods merchant, and you two aren’t going in.” Gareth looks at Leander with a stern expression.

Leander shrugs. “If my ma—” He glances around at the busy street. “My friend needs clothing, then she shall have it.”

“Fine. Let’s get inside before we draw even more attention to ourselves.” Gareth leads the way onto the porch and into the store, grumbling under his breath about females the entire time. Leander smirks and offers his arm. I get a little thrill as I take it and we enter the shop.

I wrinkle my nose as we step inside. “Why does it smell?”

“Meat.” Gareth points to a row of carcasses hanging behind a rough-hewn wooden counter.

“What sort of animals are those?” I peer at one ribcage that looks a little too human.

“You don’t want to know.” Leander sweeps me to the back of the shop as Gareth goes to speak to the fae with the beak at the counter.

“Not much to choose from.” Beth runs her hand along a rack of clothing, all of it dusky brown with black stitching. “But it’ll do.” She snags a couple of long-sleeved tunics.

“Oh my god, pants!” I pull a pair off a spindly wooden hanger.

Beth grabs another set and holds them up to her narrow hips. “These will do just fine. And look, new undergarments, thank the Ancestors!”

“Is there a dressing room?” I look to the back of the shop, but the dark door leading farther inside isn’t particularly welcoming given that it has odd pelts nailed all around it.

Leander steps away, and a filmy barrier appears around Beth and me. “I’ve cloaked you. No one can see.”

Beth and I strip down.

“No one but me.” He meets my eyes but doesn’t let his gaze drop to my naked body.

A shiver tickles up my spine, sending jolts of heat shooting through me. How does he constantly manage to turn me into a horndog? When his lips tug into a smirk, I know he knows what I’m thinking. Mortifying.

“Looking good.” Beth smooths my tunic down.

“You’re going to need a belt.” The brown fabric sags around her waist.

I turn to look for one, and Leander already has two in his hand, which he offers to me.

“Thanks.” I take them, and Beth and I finish up. “Wait, shoes?”

Once again, Leander already has two pairs ready.

“Can fae read minds?” I kick off my worn and dirty slippers and slide on the leathery ones Leander chose.

“Some can. But it’s super rare. Most fae can’t wield magic at all.”

“Seriously?” I just assumed they all could.

“I mean, most fae have a talent of some sort or other.” She grimaces. “My master had a talent for creatures. Not magic, exactly, but Granthos could communicate on a basic level with most beasts. And he could tell them what to do.” She doesn’t mention the scars that mark her body, but she doesn’t have to. Her master had commanded some sort of vampiric dog to feed on her. I only hope that one day he will receive the punishment he deserves.

She stands and works her dark blonde hair into a big knot. “Anyway, magic isn’t so common—and the magic Leander and Gareth have? It’s unusual.” Swiping a couple of wide-brimmed hats from above the meager rack of clothing, she hands me one. “These will have to do. They don’t have anything else to choose from. Maybe they’ll last us through the plains.” She doesn’t sound too sure.

“We’ll make them work.” I test Leander’s barrier with my finger. It sends a tingle up my arm. “We’re ready.”

The barrier disappears.

“Is there anything else you’d like?” Leander asks, his dark eyes gleaming as he inspects my new outfit.

“Toothbrush.” I don’t think the shop has any. It’s more of a wilderness store, not one too concerned with hygiene. “Oooh, and a hairbrush.” It’s funny, but back home, my fiercest desire was a set of Baron Fig Squire pens. I was certain if I had those fancy pens, I’d actually journal everyday instead of once a week when I thought about it. Pipe dreams. Or, pen dreams, more accurately. But now? A simple toothbrush would make my day, week, year.