Calla POV:

The party was in full swing, it felt as though

everyone's eyes were on sinister and I.

"Calla, I have to go take care of something." Sinister nodded to me, his iced eyes flickering over my breasts momentarily.

This man thinks he's slick.

I felt cold as he left my side, and I proceeded to knock back another two glasses of champagne.

"Excuse me, can I get a dance?"

The rough voice of Afanas flooded my ears, and suddenly dread pooled through ...