Chapter 7
They arrived at McKillop and Stone at sundown, under the ruby and bronze of a city dancing with twilight. Lights came on around them, a ball gown sewn with electric gems; Verity thought that New York was beautiful, and Lia was beautiful, and probably even Sterling and Dan were beautiful, made of luminous love.
She’d thrown on jeans and her boots and her jacket again, her armor; they’d met Sterling and Dan at Lia’s apartment, which was—as expected—in a high-powered and glamorous building that raised eyebrows at scruffy leather-clad witch intruders. Lia decorated in lush jewel-hues, blues and turquoises and coppers, dark wood and thick cashmere; Verity noticed the indulgence of textures, and grinned, and made mental notes.
Lia had come out of the bedroom in a spectacularly tailo
