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You shuffle backward. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. Your eyes scan the room frantically. Where the fuck is she?
You don’t hear buzzing. You don’t hear wings. Then you feel it—an icy chill slithering down your spine. On its heels, a rich scent tickles your nostrils. Cardamom, you think, and something woodsy. And… is that your blood, or someone else’s?
“You know,” Lady Dimitrescu states from right behind you, “we have a strict dress code.”
Your blood turns to ice. Fuck.
Or: How many balustrades does a girl have to break to get some alone time with Lady D around here?
Series
- Part 11 of resident chew toy