fuck?
“How… Who did that?” Duncan looked as startled as everyone else.
Everyone except Jaden, who raised his hand with a wicked grin. “Mea culpa. Sue me, but he was uglifying the place.”
Akane choked back a laugh. “Uglifying? Is that even a word?”
Jaden waved at Duncan. “According to him, I’m a lord now and can do whatever the fuck I want. Therefore, I declare Henri Malmayne to be one uglifying bastard.” He held out his hand to Moira. “Cake me.”
Jaden picked frosting out of his eyebrows with a grimace. Had he truly expected any other response from his fiery mate?
Duncan ran his finger down Jaden’s shirt and licked off the frosting. “Mm. Chocolate.”
Akane stepped into Shane’s studio bright and early the next morning and peered around the vast space. He’d had a corrugated metal building erected where an old corn silo used to stand. Metal and glass working tools littered the space. In the back she could see a doorway cracked open. Shane was nowhere to be seen. Aileen had kept her from coming out here all night despite the strange look on Shane’s face as he’d left her birthday party. The fact that he was accompanied by the Hob had made her anxiety even worse. Had Robin recruited Shane? Just the thought had cold shivers running down her spine. “Shane? Are you in here?”
“Back here.”
His voice echoed wearily through the metal building, but she followed his scent until she found him. She stepped through an open doorway to find Shane, his head resting on an empty pedestal, staring at one of his sculptures. He was covered in metal and glass shavings, his coveralls ripped in places, his hands bleeding sluggishly. He looked bemused, exhausted. Beautiful. She approached him like she would a startled fawn, knowing one wrong move might send him running, or worse. If he collapsed would she be able to move him to safety? “Shane? What’s wrong?”
“C’mere and tell me what you see.”
Her brows rose but she did as asked, moving to stand beside him. Her breath caught.
On the opposite pedestal from where he stood was a metal and glass sculpture, one that sent a shiver of fear through her. It was a ball made out of razor sharp, mirror-like metallic strips, with bits of jagged glass dotting them. The cutting metal edges stuck randomly out into space, creating a chaotic feel that gave Akane the willies. Through the metal strips she could see a tiny figure standing, arms raised like a supplicant, one hand to her chest, one to the sky. “What the hell is that?”
Shane took a deep breath. “What do you see ?”
She glared at him before taking a closer look. It wasn’t until she was almost nose to sharp edge with it did she realize that, inside the ball, the curves were smooth, glistening, reflecting the figure inside over and over again. The face of the figure was serene, if vague in its features, as if Shane couldn’t quite see the person’s face well enough to sculpt it. “Whatever this ball is, it’s protecting the person inside.”
“Yeah. I thought you’d see that too.”
She shook her head. “What does this mean?”
He lifted his head wearily. His eyes were bloodshot. He must have been up all night working on this. “Follow me.” He led her over to another pedestal. “See this?”
“Yeah.” It was magnificent, but whereas the last sculpture sent shivers down her spine this one evoked a sense of loss and loneliness. A lone figure stood in shining silver, head bowed, shoulders bent. Flowing down its back, a long sweep of metal she presumed to be the figure’s hair crossed over the figure until the tips blended into glass and metal waves. The “foam” of the broken waves brushed the feet of the figure, and how Shane had gotten that effect she had no idea. The figure had no face, but even without it was obvious something dear had been lost, maybe never to be found again. One glistening hand reached toward the waves, either tossing something away or
“How… Who did that?” Duncan looked as startled as everyone else.
Everyone except Jaden, who raised his hand with a wicked grin. “Mea culpa. Sue me, but he was uglifying the place.”
Akane choked back a laugh. “Uglifying? Is that even a word?”
Jaden waved at Duncan. “According to him, I’m a lord now and can do whatever the fuck I want. Therefore, I declare Henri Malmayne to be one uglifying bastard.” He held out his hand to Moira. “Cake me.”
Jaden picked frosting out of his eyebrows with a grimace. Had he truly expected any other response from his fiery mate?
Duncan ran his finger down Jaden’s shirt and licked off the frosting. “Mm. Chocolate.”
Akane stepped into Shane’s studio bright and early the next morning and peered around the vast space. He’d had a corrugated metal building erected where an old corn silo used to stand. Metal and glass working tools littered the space. In the back she could see a doorway cracked open. Shane was nowhere to be seen. Aileen had kept her from coming out here all night despite the strange look on Shane’s face as he’d left her birthday party. The fact that he was accompanied by the Hob had made her anxiety even worse. Had Robin recruited Shane? Just the thought had cold shivers running down her spine. “Shane? Are you in here?”
“Back here.”
His voice echoed wearily through the metal building, but she followed his scent until she found him. She stepped through an open doorway to find Shane, his head resting on an empty pedestal, staring at one of his sculptures. He was covered in metal and glass shavings, his coveralls ripped in places, his hands bleeding sluggishly. He looked bemused, exhausted. Beautiful. She approached him like she would a startled fawn, knowing one wrong move might send him running, or worse. If he collapsed would she be able to move him to safety? “Shane? What’s wrong?”
“C’mere and tell me what you see.”
Her brows rose but she did as asked, moving to stand beside him. Her breath caught.
On the opposite pedestal from where he stood was a metal and glass sculpture, one that sent a shiver of fear through her. It was a ball made out of razor sharp, mirror-like metallic strips, with bits of jagged glass dotting them. The cutting metal edges stuck randomly out into space, creating a chaotic feel that gave Akane the willies. Through the metal strips she could see a tiny figure standing, arms raised like a supplicant, one hand to her chest, one to the sky. “What the hell is that?”
Shane took a deep breath. “What do you see ?”
She glared at him before taking a closer look. It wasn’t until she was almost nose to sharp edge with it did she realize that, inside the ball, the curves were smooth, glistening, reflecting the figure inside over and over again. The face of the figure was serene, if vague in its features, as if Shane couldn’t quite see the person’s face well enough to sculpt it. “Whatever this ball is, it’s protecting the person inside.”
“Yeah. I thought you’d see that too.”
She shook her head. “What does this mean?”
He lifted his head wearily. His eyes were bloodshot. He must have been up all night working on this. “Follow me.” He led her over to another pedestal. “See this?”
“Yeah.” It was magnificent, but whereas the last sculpture sent shivers down her spine this one evoked a sense of loss and loneliness. A lone figure stood in shining silver, head bowed, shoulders bent. Flowing down its back, a long sweep of metal she presumed to be the figure’s hair crossed over the figure until the tips blended into glass and metal waves. The “foam” of the broken waves brushed the feet of the figure, and how Shane had gotten that effect she had no idea. The figure had no face, but even without it was obvious something dear had been lost, maybe never to be found again. One glistening hand reached toward the waves, either tossing something away or
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