SILK AND SHADOWS
~TATE’S POV~
The dress shop smelled of pressed fabric and something powdery-sweet, but the air felt suffocating. Every swish of silk on the racks seemed too loud, echoing in my chest like a drum.
Myra prowled through the aisles with her arms full of dresses, her expression intense enough to cut glass.
“Why didn’t you let Mathias and Daxon kill that b***h?” she hissed, glaring at me like I’d betrayed her.
I stiffened. Her words struck harder than she realized.
“Because if they killed her for me, I’d feel bad,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “I don’t like Holly, but that doesn’t mean I want her dead.”
“You’re too soft.” Myra’s tone dripped with disdain. “In this world, weakness gets you ripped apart. You should’ve let them end it.”
Her anger sat heavy in the
