I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the large black box that had been delivered to my dorm an hour ago. It was heavy, and the ribbon was real silk. I didn't have to guess who it was from. I pulled the small card out of the envelope and felt my heart skip a beat.
Wear this at seven, or I’ll come put it on you myself. — Silas.
I scoffed, but my hands were shaking as I lifted the lid. Inside was a dress that looked like it cost more than my car. It was a deep emerald green with a high neckline—perfect for hiding the mark—and a back that dipped dangerously low. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"I shouldn't go," I whispered to the empty room. "I should just stay here and lock the door."
But I knew Silas. He wasn't like Alaric, who used school to trap me. Silas u
