“Now, Kaliya would like to go check out her home during the day while it’s safe from Sinclair. I agree with her. Obviously, you both will use this home as the base of operations for your safety until we feel the situation is resolved.”
Leith walked back in while he was talking and handed a black tank top to the giant. It was a little too small, but it would work. I tried not to stare at the broad planes of his chest in the incredibly tight tank top. He dwarfed Cassius, which was impressive. I never thought the six-foot-tall fae was short, but standing near Raphael, he was.
“And I must agree with her, you can’t wear this all the time. I know where we can get clothing that will fit you before nightfall. Kaliya, are there any other stops you want to make?” Cassius turned back to me, crossing his arms, waiting on my answer.
“The Market,” I answered. “If anything I need was stolen or destroyed at my place.”
Cassius groaned.
“What’s the market?” Raphael asked, looking between them.
“The fae black market,” Cassius explained. “Kaliya, you know I can’t be caught there. You can get away with it, but…”
“I’m not asking you to come in. You’ll stay with Raphael in the car. It’s just in case.”
“Fine.” Cassius straightened his jacket. “I’m ready to leave when you are. We’ll get Raphael what he needs first, so he doesn’t stick out, then we’ll go to your home. If it’s needed, I’ll drop you off and wait near The Market.”
“Thank you,” I said graciously.
I left them in the kitchen to work things out so I could finish getting ready. I had to find some shoes.
18
Chapter Eighteen
I groaned as Cassius stopped in front of probably my least favorite place in Phoenix. He didn’t say anything as he cut the engine, twisting to look at Raphael in the back seat.
“This place is run by fae. They come from all over the world. They will do magic on you, so if you have a problem with that, say so now.”
“Why will they do magic on me?” Raphael sounded concerned and confused. The concern, I understood. This was a terrible place.
“They have a large variety of premade garments, but those garments need to be spelled to fit you perfectly. Ask Kaliya how good they are. The pants she’s wearing were done by them.”
“Oh fuck,” I muttered. I turned and looked back at the massive man, somehow crammed into the backseat. “They’re fine. The magic is whatever, but they can be pushy about what looks good on you and shit. Don’t let them rope you into any crazy ass suits or anything. They’ll try. Get what you need to last a week and get out.”
“And the magic doesn’t…track me or anything?”
“No, it’s a one-and-done spell. It just ensures it always fits the intended wearer,” I explained. “You being the intended wearer. If you lend out a shirt you get from them, it’ll match your size at all times, not someone else’s. But they have to make a spell with you keyed into it.”
Cassius nodded, then gave me a look as Raphael got out of the car.
“He might want a suit, Kaliya.”
“I don’t want him in a suit,” I said, annoyed. Gods, he would look fucking amazing in one. My fangs pulsed painfully at the idea. “And I was right. The last time I was here, about six years ago, they were trying to get me into a sari. Me. A sari.”
“India is your native country, and I know for a fact you look stunning in one,” Cassius pointed out plainly as if he hadn’t just complimented me and said I was pretty in a dress.
“I don’t like them.”
“You don’t like anything,” he pointed out. “Ah, hold on.” He got out of the car and met the owner of the boutique at the door, nodding as he pointed at Raphael, standing just behind the owner. The owner nodded a lot, a smile growing. Her devious look toward me in the front seat of Cassius’ car scared me.
When Cassius sat back down, he smiled evilly.
“What did you do?” I demanded.
“Nothing. I’m allowed to spend my money as I please.”
“Oh, I fucking hate you,” I hissed across the car.
“I know.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I asked them to get Raphael a suit. If he’s going to be in the supernatural world, he needs to be more presentable than…well, you.”