Chapter 51
FIFTY-ONE
B ryn’s dress fit like it had been made for her. The burgundy silk draped over Thora’s curves, the color deep against her olive skin. The slit up one leg allowed for movement, and to Thora’s approval, hidden pockets had been sewn in—large enough for a small knife and lockpicks.
“Practical and stunning,” she murmured, appreciating Bryn’s thoughtfulness.
“Artair’s jaw is going to hit the floor,” Bryn declared, handing her a pair of heels.
Thora eyed the stilettos skeptically. “I can’t run in these.”
“You won’t have to. That’s why you have my bear of a brother as backup.” Bryn helped her balance as she slipped them on. “Besides, you can hide another blade in the heel. I had them modified.”
Thora blinked, impressed. “You’re not what I expected.”
“Neither are you.” Bryn smiled warmly. “But maybe that’s a good thing for both of us.”
A knock announced Artair’s arrival. Thora’s stomach fluttered as Bryn opened the door.
Artair stood framed in the doorway, the tailored black suit emphasizing his broad shoulders. His dark hair was neatly styled, his beard trimmed to perfection. But it was his eyes that captured her—the way they widened when they fell on her, the heat that flared in their depths.
For a moment, no one spoke.
“You look...” he began, then seemed to lose his words.
Thora felt a blush creep up her neck. “Ridiculous?”
“Beautiful,” he corrected, his voice low and sincere.
The compliment settled around her like a warm blanket. She’d been called sexy, hot, fierce—but beautiful? That was new territory.
“You’re no bad yourself,” she managed, earning a delighted laugh from Bryn.
“You two are adorable,” Bryn declared. “Now go catch some bad guys and try not to ruin the dress in the process.”