We left the estate looking like two complete nobodies, and it felt fantastic.
Rachel clipped a small glamour disc behind my ear, then tucked one into her own hair. My reflection in a shop window blurred into a stranger, my eyes shifting to a dull brown. But when I looked at Rachel, she was just… Rachel. The magic was a veil for the world, not for us. At our level of power, illusions like this were whispers, not commands.
"Official Saintess duties: cancelled," she said, pulling a cap low over her eyes with a grin that was perfectly, undeniably hers.
"You look good as a nobody," I teased. "It suits you."
"So does 'on a day off' you," she shot back, her hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together. "Come on. You've never Luminarc before. You get to see it with me."
