Page 331 of Black Reign

His eyes travel over me.

Slowly.

Not leering.

Knowing.

“Because Vesper would hate the others.”

“And Sabine?”

His gaze returns to my face.

“Sabine doesn't need anything competing with her.”

My heartbeat misfires.

I turn back toward the dress before he sees what he just did to me.

“Go.”

“Why?”

“I need to change.”

“I've seen you in considerably less.”

Heat climbs my neck.

“Out.”

His low laugh follows him into the hallway.

“Five minutes, princesse.”

“Fifteen.”

“Ten.”

“I am not negotiating my wedding preparation with you through a door.”

“Ten.”

I shut it in his face.

I hear him laugh again.

Ghost laughs.

In my childhood home.

I stand there with one hand against the door and let myself feel how impossible that is.

Then I change.

I don't wear shoes.

There are sandals waiting.