SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

The thought of Ace’s car from outside had me clutching my purse tighter, as my skin grew flushed with nerves. Tonight, I intended on making Lucien bleed, or burn, or both. And this dress was the perfect way to do it.

Taking a few deep breaths, I muttered words of encouragement to myself and headed downstairs after one final look at myself. Amara had gone for red.

Literally everything on me was fucking red. My dress, my lipstick, my eyeshadow, my ...