The wedding party was in full swing. People were dancing and having a good time. I watched as my sister, Rosy, jumped up from her chair and ran over to Kim, Lysander’s second Loyal man after Dante.

"Dance with me, Kim?" Rosy asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Kim's lips curved into a smirk. "As if I could refuse you, little wildflower."

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as I watched Rosy dance. She always seemed so carefree, even at a formal event like this. ...