Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,110
in this world and beyond, but his...well, I’m not quite sure any beauty can be accomplished with his feather.”
“You talking about Lucifer?” I watched her curl the feather in her hand.
“Who else?” She held her hand over the opening of the glass. Her lips moved, her voice too fast and low for me to understand, but whatever she said sounded like a prayer to me.
Zayne shifted across from me, his brows knitted as he watched the Crone.
“I’m leaving the city today,” she continued, opening her hand. Flecks of crumbled feather dusted in golden light fell into the glass. “Heading south to visit my grandbabies.”
“Sounds like as good a time as any to get out of the city,” I commented as she dropped what was left of the poor feather onto the table.
The Crone picked up the champagne glass. “But I doubt they will recognize me.”
My heart thumped against my chest as she lifted the glass to her lips. I started to move forward—
“It’s okay,” Zayne said, voice low. “Whatever she is doing, it’s okay.”
He was sensing her intentions—her soul—and whatever he was feeling didn’t concern him. I guessed that was good since she took a drink of whatever the hell she’d concocted...and kept drinking.
And drinking.
My eyes widened as she downed the entire glass in one gulp like she was a pro at doing shots.
“Goodness,” she whispered hoarsely, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth as she let out a little belch. “Woo, that has a bite. Tangy.”
Slowly, I looked over at Zayne. He blinked, his head jerking back. “Holy...”
My gaze snapped back to the Crone and my jaw hit the floor. “Shit...”
I don’t know what I was expecting when I looked at her, but what I saw wasn’t anything on the potential WTF list.
It was like watching someone age...in reverse.
Her snowy white hair thickened and darkened to the shade of midnight, lengthening as the springy curls became defined. The skin of her forehead smoothed and the heavy lines by her eyes and bracketing her mouth disappeared. Her cheeks and lips plumped as her jawline became defined. Her body shuddered, her back straightening and her shoulders lifting. The chest of the bright pink shirt lifted and the dark spots along the hand still holding the champagne flute vanished as if someone had taken an eraser to them.
My jaw was still on the floor when she tipped her head back and the lines around her throat faded. She swallowed, lowering her head.
Her eyebrows were the last to change. They thinned and darkened, following the graceful curve of her brow bone, and now I was staring at someone who appeared to be no older than her late twenties or early thirties.
Someone who was stunningly gorgeous.
The Crone placed the empty glass on the table. “Why age gracefully when you can erase the years with a drink and a spell?”
I closed my mouth, having literally nothing to say in response to what I just witnessed.
She smiled, her gaze flicking between the two of us as she rose from the chair with the fluidity of someone who didn’t look like they’d break a hip. “It’s time for me to leave.”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
“I wish you both blessings in the battles to come,” she said.
I found myself standing beside Zayne. Battles? As in plural? Zayne steered me around, his hand on my lower back.
“Trueborn?” she called, and I stopped, looking over my shoulder. “He may not be your Protector, but he is still a source of your strength. Remember that when the snow falls.”
* * *
“Well, that was interesting,” Zayne said once we returned to the Impala. “And not at all expected.”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Wow. Your feathers are like a...a mommy makeover.”
“I don’t think that was just my feather,” he pointed out, looking over at me. The lines of his face were barely visible in the shadowy interior. “I’m just glad that’s what she used my feather for.”
“Same,” I agreed. “I still can’t believe I just saw that. At first, I thought it was my eyes.”
“You and me both.” He reached over, fixing the twisted hem of my shirt. “I felt like she was telling us something important, but I’m too stupid to figure out what it was.”
“She makes being vague an art form. The battles to come? As in more than one? I really hope that was just for dramatic effect because I really want to take a vacay after we defeat Gabriel.”