Raven reclined in the back room office of one of the most exclusive fashion designers in the city, watching her sketch out another vision of a gown for next week’s gala dinner.

“This is your debut among the elite as a serious player,” said the designer, lazer-focused. “I want you to look fucking dangerous.”

“I like how you think,” grinned Raven, admiring the sketches upside down. “I look forward to seeing what you come up with. And then terrifying ...