MILICENT
The message sat in my head like poison.
“Enjoy the ball, Milicent. It’ll be your last. The countdown has begun.”
I didn’t show anyone. Not Fiona, nor Xander, not even Zayne. What would I even say? That some faceless coward texted me a death threat like this was some kind of cheap horror movie?
No. I shoved my phone deep into my pocket and pretended everything was fine, even when my wolf kept feeling restless and growling warnings in the back of my head.
"Stay sharp. Keep your guard up"
Easier said than done when Fiona was practically bouncing in her seat across from me, flipping her phone around to show me what looked like a hundred screenshots of gowns. “Look, Millie. Imagine this one on me. The slit, the neckline. Total goddess energy.”
I squinted at the emerald green go
