CHAPTER SIX † PROPOSITIONIT TOOK ME a full minute to take in Yana’s ensemble. Black on black on black. The dress, the corset over it, the lace and
ribbons—everything…black. Even her makeup. Her blue eyes and pale skin stood out completely. And like the rest of Vicious, I missed her something fierce. Seeing her sent shivers all up
my spine.
“Even your hair is black,” I blurted out, unconsciously reaching for my camera inside my bag. My fingers shook from the anticipation of memorializing Yana this way. Somber yet
ethereal, a dark elf or fairy sat on a high-backed chair that practically consumed her petite form. I hadn’t felt compelled to take a picture this badly since I’d left Lunar Manor. I
lifted the camera to my face, took a deep breath, and released the shutter. The soft click rev
