Penelope POV
"Get in the car, Penelope."
Eliora shoved a heavy designer shopping bag into my hands and pointed at the curb.
"I have to get back to the Governor's Mansion," I said, checking my watch. "The pile of paperwork on my desk is a mile high."
"The paperwork can wait." Eliora slammed the boot of the car shut. "We just ran Marcella out of the jewellery shop like a stray dog. We are celebrating."
My mobile phone vibrated violently in my palm before I could answer.
Zaria’s name flashed across the screen.
"Babe, I need a favour," Zaria said the second I pressed answer. "Big time."
"I am right in the middle of something, Zaria."
"Tonight is the Blood Moon Hunt Festival in Central City," Zaria cut me off, her voice rapid and sharp. "One of my boys just took the championship title
