He pushed past Nieah when she tilted her head at him, not wanting to linger beneath the weight of her gaze a moment longer. That look of hers always made him feel like she could see far too much, more than he wanted to show.
Circe was the first thing he saw when he stepped into the room, and for a long, stretched second, she was the only thing he saw.
His breath caught in the back of his throat.
She stood before the full-length mirror, entirely immersed in her reflection. Draped in a formal, floor-length gown of deep emerald green, she looked like something torn from a painting. Intricate gold embroidery danced along the front of the dress and curled along the edges of the flared sleeves. The bodice hugged her torso, dipping into a low neckline that emphasized the curve of her collarbone. At the waist, the fabric fanned outward into a wide, voluminous skirt adorned with alternating gold panels and glittering green gemstones that shimmered when the light touched them.
