Chapter Twenty Six
Ace didn’t just get ready, she built a version of herself she wanted to wear for the night. The dress was short and unapologetic, black with a hint of sheen, hugging her curves like it had been stitched on her directly. The neckline dipped low enough to make her blush if she thought too hard about it, but she didn’t. Tonight wasn’t for blushing. Tonight was for breathing. For laughing. For forgetting that she’d spent the morning prying an Alpha out of a chair and stopping his Lycan mate from slapping him again. She dusted bronzer over her cheekbones, added a soft smoky eye, then gathered her hair into a sleek, high ponytail that made her jaw look sharper, older, more in control. A final swipe of gloss and she stared at the girl in the mirror. Not heartbroken Ace. Not run-away-from-h
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