The town car smelled like expensive leather and whatever sharp, icy perfume Selene wore.
I sat in the back, rolling Marcus Webb's blank white card between my thumb and index finger. Outside the tinted glass, the city was just a blur of neon lights and dark alleys. I caught my reflection in the window—a stranger in a midnight-blue gown and diamonds. The girl who used to flinch every time Julian raised his voice was completely gone.
But the new version of me? She was currently spiraling.
Genevieve didn't trust her. Not at the end.
The words kept looping in my head. I pressed my thumbnail into the heavy card stock until it bent. Was Webb handing me leverage, or was he just setting a trap? I had no idea.
Silver Moon Tower was dead quiet at this hour. My heels echoed way too loudly across
