Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) by May Sage Page A

earlier, Jessica’s presence was a blessing.
    That wasn’t a tribute to the vampire’s character, as much as a judgment on her fellow human’s bitchiness. Agnes was a piece of work. The kind she’d only encountered in Mean Girls and other teenage flicks on TV. Her weapon of choice was passive-aggressive comments such as “You’re very lucky. With those tiny boobs, it will be so much easier to find you suitable tops,” or “I cannot fathom why those trousers just won’t go past your hips, darling.”
    Politeness was a second nature to Fay, so she only smiled and thanked her for the “compliments.” Nothing was spared: her wavy hair, her height, her coloring. She mused, trying to get Agnes’ point. Was she supposed to be self-conscious?
    The thing was, no amount of self-bashing would make either feature change, so whatever. She knew she wasn’t as pretty as traditional beauties like Agnes. From her few memories and the handful of pictures she’d seen over the years, she’d gathered that mother had been a tiny, gorgeous Latina, her father, a handsome Caucasian; as a mixture of the two, she was weird, however she’d never wished to be anything but what she was, especially when she’d seen the attention Cece had got, because of her appearance.
    The store they’d entered was many girls’ idea of heaven: everything she’d ever salivated over was casually lying around on smart display. Considering that everywhere she turned, she saw half a dozen things she would have loved to wear, she had to hand it to Agnes: managing to sabotage her took some skills.
    Fay was actually not nearly as stupid as she liked to pretend to be, to ensure she stayed under the radar. She may smile and nod a lot, but she generally had a set opinion on a lot of things, and fashion was not an exception.
    She hadn’t been at liberty to express her taste, but she had a pretty good idea of what would fit her. None of what the bitchy blonde made her try was even remotely favoring her.
    Speak up, Fay. Tell her to bugger off.
    But she couldn’t. Three, four times, she tried to open her mouth, and just closed it, like the pushover she was.
    She’s just a human. She can’t hurt you. Speak up.
    She was gearing up for a conflict, when the door of her changing room opened, in front of the frightening, and striking ebony William had called Jessica.
    Her eyes were glistening, like every angry, hungry, or excited vampire she knew. Fay froze, and somehow prevented herself from taking a step back.
    “You look ridiculous,” the vampire stated, gesturing to her outfit.
    She did. Everything Jessica picked was gorgeous and expensive, but also completely wrong for her. Plunging necklines against her tiny boobs . Pale colors that made her darker skin look sickly. Long pants that drowned her shape. 
    “Do you need help?”
    Fay nodded before she considered it. Did that mean she’d owe a favor to Jessica? She wasn’t sure she wanted that… but it did probably beat looking like a meringue in that white blouse with ruffles on the sleeves.
    Jessica got a phone out and scrolled through her contacts before pressing on a name Fay couldn’t read upside down.
    She was fascinated by the whole thing, though. She hadn’t had a phone for years and the sleek, modern thing in the vampire’s hand seem almost alien – a highly advanced technology, compared to what she knew.
    Fay recalled that she used to love gadgets – yet another thing that had been stripped from her personality.
    Almost everything that had defined her had vanished, leaving her bare, empty. How sad was that?
    Jessica’s voice pulled her from that depressing thought.
    “Hey. I’m in Saks with the boss’s latest stray. He’s sent Agnes to outfit her.”
    The person on the other end replied something her human ears couldn’t catch.
    “Yeah, worse. You’re free?”
    Jessica was smiling and thanking her contact, before hanging up.
    “She’s close. Just hang on ten minutes. Don’t let her buy