*Rosalind*
“You swindled me," Riverdale says, sitting opposite me in the coach. "You can swindle them. Never let them know when you’ve drawn good cards or poor ones, for that matter. Keep your expression neutral, uncaring. You’ll make out like a highwayman," he instructs.
I choose the red because it's what he wants me to wear. The necklace feels heavy against my throat because it, too, is what he wants. While I wish it otherwise, the truth is I wish to please him. "I’d not expected dishonesty from you, My Alpha."
"The game we play tonight involves more than cards. It should be to your liking," he assures me.
"It’s important that people not know the truth about me. I can’t afford inquiries being made, so how will you explain my presence?" I question.
"No explanation will be required. B
