![]() 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 and slept 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. Hair matted with old sweat, eyes red with lack of sleep, she accepted the fact that on this particular morning, mirrors were not going to be her friend. ![]() ![]() Black circles under the eyes were not, Kaylin decided, a very attractive statement. ![]()
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