Rhea #9

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The rest of the trip went in a blur of fashion designer dresses and Rhea resisting the urge to throw her sister’s datapad out the window.

“For the last time they don’t wear purple to get married here,” Rhea told her sister. “They wear green. You’d know that if you read any of the information they sent you.”

Jamie waved her hand as if brushing away that thought from her consideration. “I will start a new trend,” she declared.

“You will start a riot is what you’ll do. Can you at least wait until your married to offend the country? At lest then they’ll be less likely to kick you out.”

Shaking her head, Jamie thumbed the button to change the page of her display. “People shouldn’t become so hidebound they don’t consider new ideas,” Jamie protested.

“and newcomers should take little steps before they try to overcome centuries of tradition,” Rhea scolded her sister. She didn’t know why she bothered. Jamie would do whatever she wanted. Their father thought her willful but Rhea considered her sister confident. Jamie knew what she wanted and refused to compromise. If she’d been a man they’d have called her commanding instead of all the other names they liked to use behind her back.

“I’m going to set the new fashion,” Jamie insisted.

Rhea shrugged. She wouldn’t be around long enough to see if it took off or not. She’d be gone soon after her sister’s wedding. She’d only promised to get Jamie safely to her future husband and watch over her until she could establish an honor guard of her own. After that Rhea would go back home.

The train began slowing down and Jamie stashed her datapad in her purse. They both leaned forward to see out the window but the bulk of the train blocked their view. It wasn’t until it swept to the left and they spotted an enormous train station did they see any sign of civilization. The abruptness of the change of scenery startled Rhea. Even though she’d read of about the city being a thriving metropolis the shift from stark desert to bustling city spiked her power.

All those bodies moving around. Rhea licked her lips as one particularly fit male bent over to pick up a box. Her magic warmed her core as she contemplated all the delicious things she could do with a tall strong man who looked like he could lift her easily while he screwed her against the wall.

A cold hand wrapped around her wrist snapped her out of her thoughts.

“I think that other moon is rising, sis.” Jamie’s voice, tense and concerned, had Rhea staring at her in surprise.

“What makes you think that?” Rhea couldn’t see the moon, not with the buildings blocking the view.

Jamie pointed to Rhea’s glowing skin. “Because I think you’re going into heat.”