Scarred Warrior (Dark Warrior Alliance #7) - Brenda Trim Page 0,45

Subscription to Your Issues.’ Shae admitted that the snarky slogans and casual attire fit the female’s personality much better than a fancy dress.

“If you’re going to the party you do. You’re a Vampire Princess now, it’s expected. Trust me, it would be the talk of the realm and blasted all over TRex if you wore jeans and a t-shirt. Besides, I think that one was made for you,” Shae told the female. Mack met her eyes and then her gaze slid to where Shae’s hand was covering her neck.

“Don’t hide who you are, Shae. And, never be ashamed or feel less than because you carry scars,” Mack stated matter-of-factly. Shae flushed with embarrassment. The room had gone quiet and everyone was listening to their conversation.

“That’s easy to say. I can’t hide these with tattoos. The sight is disgusting and I don’t want them anymore.” Shae’s hands clenched at her sides, anger rising again.

“You aren’t defined by your scars, Shae. Carry them with pride. They are a symbol of your strength and fortitude. You stood in the storm and didn’t blow away. You managed to adjust your sails and make it to safe harbor. You are a survivor, stand tall and proud,” Mack told her wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

Mack was right. Shae swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. “Can you read minds?” she teased, trying to lighten the suddenly somber mood.

“No, that’s my power,” Cailyn interjected, startling Shae. She hadn’t really spoken to Elsie’s sister before and was surprised by the vehemence in her tone. “And you, my friend, need to stop beating yourself up. You sacrificed yourself for those females, saving them from a worse fate. That took more courage than you can imagine.” Elsie’s sister might be quieter than Elsie was, but she had a heart of gold. One thing the demons hadn’t been able to take from Shae was her judge of character and she would bet that Cailyn was the type of friend that always had your back.

“You can read my thoughts?” she asked, distraught by the idea of them knowing what she’d gone through. Or, even worse, how she fantasized about Gerrick. These females lived with him and knew him better than Shae. It would be beyond embarrassing if Cailyn knew how Shae was drooling over the hunky warrior.

“I don’t peek into people’s minds without cause. I believe that’s a violation, but there are some things you project so loud that I can’t ignore them. You deserve that dress and so much more. Now, get in that dressing room and show us how stunning you’ll look.”

“I don’t know,” she hedged.

“I do,” Breslin said. “Doona fash aboot the cost, either. Gerrick gave me his credit card and instructed me to buy you what you wanted. And, I’ve picked the perfect shoes to go with it, too.” She gaped at Breslin. The Princess had to be joking. Shae hadn’t been able to determine how the stoic warrior felt about her. He was so hot and cold that it made her head spin. One minute she was convinced he was into her and the next he was placing a wall of ice between them. His actions didn’t make any sense.

“Don’t let her pick your shoes unless you like six-inch stilettos,” Elsie warned, making Shae laugh. “I’m serious.”

“I’m not wearing heels that high,” Mack protested. “You bitches may get me into a dress, but wearing those walking-death-traps is sooo not happening.”

“What about these?” Jessie asked holding up a pair of black, studded, low heels.

“Oh my God! Those are perfect. They’re like witch boots on steroids, I love the black spikes on the back. Those have my name all over them,” Mack gushed, grabbing the shoes and darting for the dressing room. Shoes always made the outfit, Shae thought. Suddenly excited by the explosive energy of these females and buying a gorgeous dress, she followed Mack. Before she knew it, Shae found herself standing in a fitting room staring into a mirror.

She shrugged and tugged her shirt off, wanting to see what she would look like in the gown. Quickly, she undressed and slipped the fabric over her head. It settled over her body, but she was unable to lift her eyes and see her reflection, not ready to be disappointed. She took several deep breaths and finally glanced into the mirror.

The first thought she had was that even the mirrors in the shop were enchanted because the female looking back at her wasn’t the hideously scarred