elite were all there, dripping in jewels and veiled contempt. They looked at me

ns. Julian, handsome in his tuxedo, ignored me completely. He sto

dimmed. A spotlight hit the velvet-drape

crophone, his voice boomi

you for coming to celebrate

e rippled thro

, we' re going to have some fun with that." H

caught in

, emu eggs, all painted in neutral, earthy tones. And scattered among

elt a psychic pull, a silent scream fr

cold and mocking. "She has a unique... connection to things. She believes three

murmured,

e makes, one of our generous donors"-he gestured to a man in the front row who was holding a large, cer

om. They thought it was a brilliant, th

ice was slick with poison. "Are you read

hts disoriented me. The psychic hum of my child

suits, moved to my side, their prese

with my own soul. He smiled, a victor' s smile. He was enjoying this. He w

out, her voice like honeyed venom.