Free Suvi's Revenge: Rowan Sisters' Trilogy Book 3 by Brenda Trim, Tami Julka Page B

antics, she continued to fill each and every balloon until she was completely surrounded by the colorful decorations.
    All of the balloons were inflated within minutes and were seemingly everywhere. This wasn’t going to work. They’d never had so many at previous parties so she had to stand back and scope the area. An idea came to her and she cast a barrier five feet above the tree-line and sent the balloons to hover just beneath it. Satisfied, she turned back to find Caine standing behind her.
    “Oh, when did you get out here?”
    “A few minutes ago. You are stunning when you do magic. And, I can see that you thrive on celebrations,” he replied, pulling her into his arms.
    He lowered his head to hers and kissed her tenderly. She melted against his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. Just as things were about to get interesting, a throat clearing nearby broke them apart. She looked over her shoulder at Isis.
    “Caine can help finish setting up the tables, but you need to get ready now or you will miss the party. People will be arriving in less than an hour. Besides, I have to show you what Braeden gave me,” Isis said, pulling her along behind her.
    Caine shrugged his shoulders, smiling at her retreating form. “See you soon, love.”
    She blew him kisses before she disappeared through their back door. Once inside the house, Isis let go of her hand and they walked side by side. “What did he get that has you so eager to show me?” Suvi asked, caught up in her sister’s giddiness. Love really did make people act differently. Isis wasn’t normally so happy-go-lucky and it made Suvi’s heart sing. She still wouldn’t want to piss Isis off, her temper was still below the surface…the surface just looked different.
    “He made me this,” Isis said, doing her best Vanna White imitation, show-casing what was hanging on the wall above her bed. Suvi gasped as she quickly entered the room and crossed to the metal sculpture. It was two, large, silver, intertwining hearts. They weren’t perfect hearts by any means, but more abstract in nature and beautiful because of it.
    “That is gorgeous. I love it. Your mate is extremely talented. I should ask him to make a mushroom sculpture for the sprites in the backyard, one big enough for Donovan to play on too.”
    “He is the best,” Isis preened. “You can talk to him about it later. Go get ready.” She pushed her in the direction of her room and turned back down the stairs.
    “You aren’t actually wearing those shoes tonight are you?” she called over her shoulder. They were three-inch, red heels that had no sparkle or design. Shoes, in Suvi’s opinion, should be at least six inches high and include at least two different fabrics or leathers, straps and bling.
    “Sure am,” Isis retorted before closing her bedroom door.
    Suvi shook her head and entered her bedroom, crossing to her closet, glad that she had planned her outfit ahead of time. She couldn’t show up downstairs without the perfect shoes. The plastic bin sat on her top shelf, waiting to be opened. She picked it up and lifted the lid. What was it about a new pair of shoes? Her sisters thought her crazy, but for Suvi they were exhilarating.
    The right shoes could make you look like a million bucks while the wrong ones could have the Fashion Police showcasing you on TRex, the social media network for the Tehrex Realm. She shuddered at the thought and hoped that Isis didn’t end up on the cover next week.
    She held one eight-inch stiletto to the light. The snake skin and black patent leather straps had drawn her to the shoes, but it was the hot-pink platform at the ball of the foot that really set them apart. She grabbed her black mini dress and went back into her room. She quickly stripped down and slipped on the sexy, little number. It was simple in the front with spaghetti straps and a deep V at the bust. The crisscrossing straps that made up the back of the dress showed off her pale