Chapter 10

The dress was a weapon in its own right.

It was a floor-length gown of midnight blue silk, cut dangerously low in the back and featuring a slit that rode high up her thigh. It clung to her curves like a second skin, elegant but predatory. As Sienna stared at her reflection in the crack

Chapter 11

The new dress was a masterpiece of deception.

Woven from midnight-blue silk that clung to Sienna’s curves like liquid shadow, it featured a high, elegant neckline and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the bandages wrapped around her lacerated arm. No one looking at her would ever s

Chapter 12

The crystal flute felt heavy in Sienna’s hand, the chilled glass weeping condensation against her skin. The champagne inside bubbled merrily, looking like nothing more than a harmless, expensive vintage.

But Sienna knew better. She stared at the pale golden liquid, swirling it gently.