Page 207 of Moon's Promise

“Bitch, there’s bad, and then there’s bad. What you’re wearing is pathetic.”

It only took Killyama one stride to take her by the arm and lead her down the path she had come from.

“I knew better than coming.” Struggling to keep up with Killyama’s quick strides, she nearly tripped when she would have turned in the direction of the parking lot, only to be jerked back in the direction of Killyama’s house.

“Why are we going to your house? You don’t have to keep me company. I’ll—”

“I’m not going to miss shit. You’re going to get out of this crap. I’ve got something you can wear. Something told me your idea of bad wouldn’t be the same as mine.”

When they reached her house, Killyama flung open the door and ushered her toward the bedroom. Releasing her arm, she went to the closet and returned with a confection of black tulle.

“Get your ass in gear. Change your clothes.”

Larissa didn’t have the courage to fight her. She unzipped the satin jacket and took it off, feeling self-conscious when she saw Killyama’s eyes flicker over the modest tank top underneath.

“You weren’t going for the wow factor, were you?”

“Moon’s only wearing sweatpants.”

Killyama didn’t ask permission before shoving a dress over her head once the top was removed.

“Bitch.” She tugged the dress down as soon her hands cleared the sleeves. “You’re lucky I borrowed this dress off T.A. when we had lunch today. Something told me that asshole didn’t warn you.”

Larissa’s hands went to her hips, stopping the slide of the dress. “I’ll never fit in T.A.’s dress!”

“It’ll fit. T.A. wore it when she was pregnant. You’ll have room to spare.”

Frightened that she was going to ruin the dress by tearing the inner lining, she carefully lowered the fabric over her hips. The dress easily glided down to fall just below her knees.

Killyama moved behind her to zip the back.

Before she could look at herself in the dresser mirror, Killyama grabbed her arm to steer her into the bathroom.

When she entered the room, her jaw dropped at her reflection.

Killyama stared back at her in the mirror. “Now”—her hands went to her hips—“what in the fuck am I going to do with your hair?”

Still dazed at how she looked in the dress, she didn’t pay attention to Killyama turning on the water in the sink until she nearly knocked her out by pushing her head under the water.

“What are you doing?” she sputtered.

Killyama didn’t waste time with words.

No longer did she feel a heavy weight of a towel land on her shoulders than her head was being raised out of the water.

Reaching for a brush, Killyama brushed the tangles out of her hair then squirted a glob of something on her hands, smoothing it through the damp stands. She ran the brush though her hair again, then stepped back to survey the slicked-down hairdo she had created.

Slinging open a drawer, she rummaged through the contents until she took out a square case. She pressed a tiny gold button, opened it, then dumped a pair of earrings onto the bathroom counter. “Put them on,” she ordered. “What size shoes do you wear?”

“Uh … eight.”

“First luck I had tonight.” She disappeared into the bedroom.

After getting the second earring on, Larissa went into the bedroom to see Killyama had made a pile of items on the bed.

“Get them on,” she ordered from her closet. “If Train beats me to the clubhouse, I’m going to beat your ass.”

Hurrying to the bed, Larissa opened a package of black stockings and sat down on the bed to put them on. Then, sliding on a pair of heels, she gingerly stood. Thank goodness they were a more reasonable height than the ones Killyama was wearing.

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