ZURI

Torin’s eyes flicked from my face to the corset I’d half-hidden under my slipping shawl.

“Well, look at you. Parading yourself around in that little scrap of cloth for every nose in this wing to scent.”

I pulled the shawl tighter, trying to cover the corset’s silk and lace. “I wasn’t…” I started, but he cut me off with a snort.

“Why are you here, Zuri?” He stalked closer. “Why wasn’t I informed my betrothed was being passed around these ...