My terrified screech echoed through the conservatory, and when it stopped the sound of steady rain filled the silence. The strap of the dress fell open, having been easily sheared. Yujin trailed the pruning shears over my exposed shoulder. “Did you really think it would work?” Their words were low and demanding, and the hand they had on my hip wandered down toward my inner thigh. “Parading around in this ridiculous dress, throwing yourself at me, did you think I wouldn’t notice you ...