Never Keep (Sins of the Zodiac #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

M y first completed outfit was proudly in place tonight and it would be perfect for sneaking about. My tunic was black with a snug lining that kept the chill in the air from licking my skin and I’d made golden bird wings out of velvet and lace, stitching them to the back of it, arching over my shoulder blades and down my spine.

There was golden trim on the sleeves to match and my fitted trousers paired well with the look. It was finished off with a leather skirt that strapped around my waist, hanging open at the front to reveal my trousers and hanging over my sides to conceal any weapons I wanted to carry. Which of course was my dagger of vengeance. I had plans to make some knee length boots, but I didn’t have much of a skill for that yet, always having preferred the touch of my bare feet to the earth. But in this place, and out on the battlefield, bare feet wouldn’t cut it.

Glances were being thrown at my new clothes from the surrounding Raincarvers in the refectory, and not all of them were sniggering at me. Some actually looked intrigued and one girl even came up to me and asked where I got them. I had been one seriously smug bitch when I’d told her I’d made them, and her eyes had widened in surprise. But when her friends had called out to her and asked why she was talking to the ‘Rake reject’, she’d blushed and run away like my social status was contagious. Still, I was taking it as a win. Albeit a pretty sour one.