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Birthday Blog Bash, by featuring the next installment (Part 9) in her
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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.”
