Annalise’s POV

After Alaric left.. The red-haired woman wouldn’t stop talking.

Her hands were quick and skilled as she tightened the corset around my waist, smoothed out the folds of the dark blue gown she claimed matched my eyes, and proceeded to adjust the small chain around my wrist. But her mouth.. spirited, chirping, and over alive.. moved even faster than her hands.

“You must be the bravest woman in SilverClaw my lady,” she said with a grin that showed all her small white teeth. ...