Chapter Eighteen

I was all dressed up, wearing a red gown that was made of silk and was soft in the hands. The undertones in the cloth illuminate when the light hits it.

The dress was a little detailed, with the front cut a little low to show off my cleavages and a slit running from my thighs down to the ground. It had a tail that flowed wonderfully behind.

I wasn't entirely healed, but I had to make an appearance at the gathering; it would be a disaster if I didn't. I had informed Cain of the reappearance of Ammy and how she shot me.

He acted surprised, but there was something he said that made me suspicious of him. Cain is one sneaky bastard.

I had been suspicious of Gertrude and Celine all this while but It would be crazy to think it might be strange to suspect them.

They had no fucking idea who Ammy was, unless, of course, Cain gave them that piece of information. I knew Gertrude was pissed off after the Wolfsbane incident, but she can't.

I was going to the party not just because of Cain's ord