Chapter 12

STIXS

Shifting uncomfortably, I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. The midnight blue dress was too tight. Too poofy. Too pretty. And so not me. I wasn’t used to wearing glamorous clothes such as this. But it had belonged to my mother.

I only wish I wasn’t wearing it for creepy Crane and instead, wearing it to some fancy gala or party.

Ruby finished putting the last touches on my hair. Even that was too fancy for me.

“You look just like your mother.” I glance back in the mirror to see my father filling the door frame to my room.

I smile when I see the sheen that coats his eyes. I once asked him why he never took another mate. He told me he could never love another like he did her and that the pain of her loss still sat heavily on his heart.

Through the years I had hoped that he would meet someone to fill that void. But he never has to my knowledge. I was young when my mother was murdered and though I felt her absence and had fond memories of her, it wasn’t the same for me.

“Thank yo