Chapter 9 The Council’s Gala

The silk of my gown felt less like a luxury and more like a spider’s web. It was a deep, bruised crimson, the colour of a warning, hugging my curves in a way that felt entirely too exposed for a woman who was supposed to be hiding.

“Breathe, Seraphina,” Kaelen’s voice rasped in my ear.

He stood be...

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