The Pack's Dragon
She wore a tight-fitting black knit top that clung to unfamiliar curves, and a black skirt that was slit to mid-thigh revealing fishnet stockings and heavy-soled boots below.
“I am just at a critical point…” Meguitte glanced up before returning to what she was doing.
“You’ve done your hair,” Sigrid commented as she followed Connery into the room.
“I did it,” Connery said proudly. “Under direction, of course. I think I have a future as a hairdresser and stylist, don’t you?”
Meguitte looked up again and her face lit with a smile as she met his eyes. “It’s perfect.”
“I like it,” Sigrid decided. She liked the way Meguitte’s face glowed more than the slightly odd hairstyle, and that the vampire s