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“Hey.” She froze and gaped. “Rave?”
    Instead of her flashy high-end fashion clothing, Rave wore a pair of well-cut jeans that hugged her like a second skin, snow boots, and a tan waist-length ski parka that accentuated her breasts. She’d worn virtually no makeup, enhancing her natural delicate facial features. Rave strutted down the tiny room as if she was a runway model, and whirled around. “So, what do you think?”
    Dora circled around her. “I think you look great!”
    Rave whipped out her compact and preened a hair back into place. “Really, not drab?”
    Dora gave her a pointed stare. “Rave, you could never look drab. You’re a natural beauty.” She smiled. “I also approve that you’re letting your hair grow long. But I do miss the fashionista.”
    “All my good hair stylists were human and probably now zombies, but thanks. I’m not sure I can get used to the natural look, but for missions and hanging out with non-raven shifters, I’ll give it a whirl.” At least the heavy makeup. Giving up my fashion flair is not going to happen.
    Dora smiled. “You know werewolves prefer the natural look.”
    Rave laughed. “I think you mean the au naturale look.” Dora understood Rave’s attraction for wolfish men. After all, Dora’s mate was the sexy redheaded alpha and she had confessed after Dirk, human men would never do. The two of them, as witch and alpha, were destined to a create dragon wizard child, a detail which caused the Benandanti to break their treaty to combine forces to fight the zombies.
    “You got that right.” She met Rave’s gaze. “With light makeup, your purple eyes pop.”
    Rave beamed but suppressed her need to confirm to check her eyes in the mirror. “Nice to know.”
    Dora raised her brow. “So why the sudden change?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe my book cover doesn’t need to be a Vogue cover. After all, I’m a warrior not a princess who spends her time doing her nails while her prince rides to battle.”
    Dora cocked her head. “Hmm. True. Speaking of warriors, I’m glad you came in. I’ve been meaning to congratulate the hero of the day in person. What you did to rescue the trapped veterans is the latest chatter throughout the compound.”
    Rave waved a dismissive hand. “Oh that. Trust me I had plenty of help.”
    Dora laughed. “You of all people being modest? You insisted on finding humans. Beccan told me so.”
    “Did he now?” Beccan was like her personal PR man. Cashel on the other hand had remained silent about the entire incident. In privacy, he had chastised her that groveling on the ground with slimy putrid zombies was beneath her dignity as a princess, even one recruited for Avian intel. She agreed, not because of the indignity but because it took her several hot showers and every lotion in her bathroom to get rid of the stench.
    “I can’t imagine risking your life like that.”
    “Not much risk when you know raven is not on their menu.” Rave was tempted to tell her the truth. She was searching for good wine and placating her team by suggesting rescuing any survivors, but her ego had enjoyed the hero worship of the last few days.
    “Dirk talked to Talon and recommended you for a medal.”
    Talon, the alpha of the pack, had a team create medals of honor for heroes and innovators of their new community. Dirk, the second in command alpha was in charge of selecting shifters and humans who displayed bravery in action and for those who gave up their lives to save others. Rave certainly did not feel deserving. Dora was the only person that did not fawn over her because she was a princess. Dora treated her like a regular person. A real friend. She hated the idea of losing her respect, but it was part of the new leaf thing. “Honestly, I only wanted to find a good stash of wine. It’s a total coincidence we came upon survivors.”
    Dora gave her bemused smile and then a playful shove. “Duh, of course you were out for fun and games,