But his eyes, cat eyes, were wide and unblinking in the golden fur that adorned his face, and his fur was not - yet - standing on end. His lower fangs were in evidence as he snarled.

Not a particularly encouraging sign, given that Marcus was Leontine, and had a bad habit of ripping the throats out of people who were stupid enough to annoy him. Putting on her best we-both-know-it’s-fake smile, she walked over to the mirror and said, sweetly, Good morning, Marcus. Then she picked up the belt on the table just to the left of that mirror and donned it, adjusting dagger hilts so they didn’t butt against her lower ribs.

She pulled her hair up, curled it in a tight bun and shoved the nearest stick she could find through its center. No, the mirror this morning was definitely not her friend. She buttoned up her pants, pulled on her boots and sidled her way toward the mirror, hoping that the light was the effect of lack of sleep. Iron Jaw was in a lousy mood, and it wasn’t even lunch. The mirror flashed, light hanging in the room like an extended, time-slowed bolt of lightning. She’d clearly have to ask him on a different morning. The mirror in the hall began to glow, and she cursed under her breath. Or more time to spend the pittance she did have. She’d have to ask Iron Jaw for a better clothing allowance. They were, at the moment, the only ones she owned that weren’t cut, torn or bloody. Pants were less tricky she only had a few, and chose the black leather ones. Shadows fell over the ledge of her single window, stretching across the floor at an ominous angle. She pulled the linen tunic over her head, cursed as her hair caught in the strings that secured it and yanked, hard. She got out of bed slowly, studiously avoided the short hall that led from her bolted doors to the kitchen, the closets and the large space she lived in otherwise, and lifted clothing from beneath a rumpled pile, examining it carefully. Luckily, she didn’t have many of them in the small quarters she called home. She accepted the fact that on this particular morning, mirrors were not going to be her friend. Neither was hair matted with old sweat, or eyes red with lack of sleep.

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