Chapter Four – The Auction & The Third Games

The invitation arrives the next morning on heavy black card, gold ink, sealed with crimson wax.

A single line in Lucien’s handwriting and ink scrawl across the back.

It says, "wear the white, and nothing underneath and be ready at nine.

Camille knows what the white means, the backless, almost sheer silk column he bought in Venice last spring. The one that clings like liquid and leaves her nipples visible if the light is cruel.

She ...