Chapter 18
CynthiaI sat curled up in my armchair. A new leather recliner that cost Felix a small fortune. The limited edition key wound clock I had been staring at for the last four hours had cost thirteen grand.
I didn’t need expensive clocks, but I wanted to see if Felix would say anything about it. So far, he hadn’t said a word.
He had told me about Liatris, though. He had warned me. As much as I hadn’t wanted to believe him, deep inside, I had known the truth. Hart confirming it was only a formality.
In truth, I had suspected it even before. Liatris had been too lucky in getting those tickets, finding a magical dress, and abandoning me at the party.
And then there was that glimpse I had when Roan had taken me from my home. It had been only a glimpse, only a silhouette of her in th
