My hatchling was as beautiful as the day I lost her.
How long had it been?
She walked into the house, ignoring the guards around the place. Her eyes were dead and hollow, the fire in her gone. I hated it. I wanted to slap it out of her. Tell her to focus.
Tonight was not the time. Not when he was so close to coming here.
But I smiled and took her to my room. “I’ve called in a personal stylist and a hairdresser.”
“Okay.”
Doesn’t matter. He’ll take the bait. She’ll be easy for him to feast on in this state.
But I did not leave. I watched as they did her hair, did her makeup, put her in a dress that I specially picked for this occasion. She said not a single word. Not a joke. Not even her usual sarcastic remark.
Speak. Speak. Speak.
That was everything my brain screamed at me
