Raven's POV
Once he was gone, I stood there for a second, staring at the door he walked out through. My hands were still on my chest where the black dahlia necklace sat.
Then I turned slowly toward the chest at the foot of the bed, the one Lady Rhea had filled with dresses. I opened it and found the red one she picked for me.
I pulled off my robe and slipped into the blood-red dress. I stood in front of the mirror, running my palms down the fabric. It was snug around my waist, but not uncomfortably so. The plunging neckline still made me a little self-conscious, but something about the dress gave me power. Maybe it was the gemstones, or the sleeves that hung like a queen's.
The girl in the mirror didn't look like the warrior from Silver Moon. She looked regal. Not delicate, but dangero
