Bab 74: On Her Neck

Feather's feelings went heavy as she stared at herself. She was left wondering then if what she heard before she found Hawk was all real or it was just a product of her hallucinations. Perhaps she was just in a state of panic and her doubts had struck and covered her trust causing her to be slightly paranoid. 

She raised her hand to her face, caressing it ever carefully. She raised her chin and looked at herself. She was beautiful and perfect and thought that no one, not even the most expert whore could out stand such a pretty face she wore. Why would she ever be insecure then?

Feather was still having her narcissistic episode in the mirror when one of the bathroom's cubicles opened and a woman emerged, wearing a beach shawl all over her head. Knowing that she wasn't alone, Feather cut off her self adoration and continued washing her face.