"We're to ride her?" I ask. Varis nods, and a thought occurs to me. "Does that mean I will someday be able to ride Yami?"
Inside, everything was set up for a private showing, and Trez suddenly felt really fucking good about all this. The cases with their fillings of precious gems twinkled under the special lights, as if they were applauding Selena’s and his arrival. Champagne was cooling in a silver bucket, and a pair of crystal flutes had been set out.May I offer you some Veuve Clicquot? they were asked.
I think I’m good, he said. Selena?She tilted up her chin as if she were determined to enjoy herself. I would like some, please.Pop! Fizz! Pour and hand over.
He clinked their glasses. Let’s do this.Mr. Reinhardt took them into a private room that had a video camera mounted in the corner on the ceiling. Mr. Perlmutter gave me your specifications, and I took the liberty of preparing you a tray for consideration.
In black velvet slots, diamond rings sat up like good little children panting to get picked to answer a question.
Selena’s inhale was like a pat on the back for him.You, however, are going to love it, he said, kissing her. You may want to hold on.
As they began an ascent that was nearly vertical, her back pressed into the padded seat and her hands gripped the cold metal bar. For a moment, she wished she’d taken the gloves that had been offered back at the house, but then she forgot all about the discomfort.Higher, higher, higher … impossibly high.
Craning over the side, she grinned. Oh, my God, we’re so high up!And they were only halfway to the top.