hat tasted like ash in my mouth. My real, painful task for the Starlight Charity Gala was already complete. It was draped over the shoulders of Kurt's date for
wearing my creation. His eyes were locked on Seraphina Vance. She was a vision in a gown by some
r. "Absolutely breathtaking, Seraphina." He neve
He crooked a finger, a s
n. Cham
nd turned to the bar. My rol
uest had stumbled, sloshing red wine down the front of
k of cold fury. Without a word, he ripped the cashmere shawl from my shoulders.
y blot the red stain on Seraphina's gown, smearing the wine, ruining the ca
ssed, his voice low and sh
was my brother, Kaleb. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his
ou're doing, Salazar?" Kaleb'
"Relax, Torres. I'l
le. "Kat," he pleaded, his voice trembling with rage.
d," I whispered, defending the very man who had just publicly annih
id behind a thick marble column, not wanting anyone to see me. That's when I heard his voi
nish one last project. Once she delivers the wedding gown, she'