Court Of Fae And Ruin
she said, her voice dripping with mockery.
The second woman, with dark blue hair that flowed like the night sky, stepped forward. A half-moon symbol glimmered on her forehead, the same color as her midnight locks. Her eyes, though—those were something else. An unreal shade of blue, so pale it almost vanished into the whites of her eyes. And within them, I saw fragments of gold and purple swirling, like stardust in a night sky. A priestess. And stunningly beautiful. I had thought she’d be an elf, like Calia, but no—she was faerie, and it showed in the ethereal grace of her every movement.
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