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I had chosen what to wear carefully.
The blue dress was soft and comfortable to move in. It was a bit fitted, but the skirt was a free flowery drape.
That wasn't why I picked it.
Out of the others, this one had the lowest neckline.
Enough to leave my throat and a bit of my chest bare.
I stood before the mirror and examined my reflection. I could see where my pulse thrummed against my neck.
I had my braids pinned up again, also to reveal the back of my neck.
I looked like bait.
That was the point.
Fashire craved my blood. That much was undeniable. I had seen the hunger flash through his eyes before he pounced on me that moment when I had bled. I had seen that same hunger too last night.
And yet, he hadn't bitten me.
Even when his mouth was on mine—
I suppressed the uncomfortable shudder that came with that memory. I needed to focus on what was important…
