Page 18 of Heir of the Beast

“Master at archery.”

“Very smart. Okay, just give me a second, and if I can have you close your eyes and take a deep breath…”

I don’t even have time to ask if it is going to hurt! Bright lights flash before my eyes and my body feels hot and cold at the same time. I think I scream, but I can’t be sure.

I let out a loud gasp when I hear loud ringing and pink lights blinking and flashing. Right before I panic everything starts to power down, leaving me breathless. I feel dizzy. My skin is tingly and weirdly hot.

The pod opens, and I walk out on shaky knees. Pierce grabs my arm for support.

“I forgot to tell you that this process can cause dizziness and hot flashes.” He grins at me and looks me over. “Very nice indeed. Here’s a mirror.”

As I try to get my muddled thoughts together, I wonder, did Pierce just check me out? I look down at my body, and I notice I am tone in all the right places, and my skin is smooth and unblemished.

I glance in a mirror that is placed in front of me and—Holy Mother of Mary! I look amazing. No need for foundation. My skin is gorgeous and flawless. “My skin?!”

Pierce nods and beams at me. “Airbrushed is a Fairy Godmother given, a freebee. It’s in your contract. Didn’t you read it?” He laughs. “Here at FGI, we mean business.”

I stare at him. This guy. He’s teasing me.

“I feel like this is cheating. No one looks this good in real life,” I say breathlessly.

“Excuse me?” he asks and tilts his head. “This is the Fairy Godmother Inc. We go big, or we go home. We can do whatever the hell we want because we can. Enjoy it.

“You look stunning,” he says, and leans a hip on the desk. “Men are defenseless against our agents. We only need three months to complete FGI missions. And that is not arrogance. It’s just fact.”

Mort snorts. “Yes. You look wayyyy better than before.”

I shoot her a look.

I think she just insulted me.

“Ok, now spin, we are five minutes out!”

“5 minutes?!”

“You both are slaves that were recently on a merchant ship carrying silks that sunk. The ship was overtaken and destroyed by pirates.

“You are traveling to the Kingdom of Garthorn, where you are employed. You both obviously survived. Apollo’s ship will intersect with your raft, saving you,” he says quickly.

“Raft?”

“Mort will give you more details when you’re there. Don’t worry. You will be just fine. Now spin.” He places his hand on my shoulder.

“Spin?” I sound panicky even to my ears. I’m not sure if I’m ready for this—it’s happening too fast!

“Yes, my favorite part, your dress!” He motions me to spin.

“Where do you think Cinderella got her dress? Fairy Godmother? No, it was my design. I design all the clothing here at Fairy Godmother Inc.” He beams. “Now spin.”

I start to spin, wondering how cute a slave’s outfit could be. My body starts to tingle, and I inhale as a flash of white light blinds me.

I look up into the mirror, and I am wearing a provocative, ship-wrecked, deep purple gown. A ragged slit exposes my thigh, and my bustline is ripped, exposing my corset. Scandalous, to say the least.

The corset seems to push my breasts high, making them very tantalizing, if I must comment on them. “A slave wears this?” I ask, my heart pounding.

“No, but a ship-wrecked one does. The actual slave gown is very modest and covers everything, including the face. So this is your chance to catch his attention, which is why I placed you in this particular situation.”

He turns to Mort. “You will be a very plain looking slave, nothing to draw attention. Ms. Pipper.”

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