—Tristan—  

    Downstairs, I grabbed one of the pizza boxes before I returned to the guest bedroom in my wing. This time, Eleanor sat on the bed and didn’t look up when I entered. She held the silver nightgown in her hands. “What if I refuse to wear it?”

    “You can wear your nightgown for the show or be naked. Your blood will look just as enticing against your white skin as it would against the nightgown.”

    A small shiver rippled through her ...