"You don't have to do this," Viola's voice stirred inside her as Emerald adjusted the crimson dress. "This isn't survival; this is walking into the wolf's mouth."
Emerald smoothed the folds of the gown, tucking the small glass vial into the hidden pocket along the seam. "I don't have a choice. If I don't act now, Kieran will. And if he comes here… this can go in so many ways."
"So you're planning to be the bait instead. Do you ever stop sacrificing yourself?"
Emerald's lips curved bitterly. "Not when it's the only way."
She whispered to herself, "One chance. That's all I need."
When the maid returned to lead her, Emerald followed without a word. Every step toward Rick's tent felt heavier, like walking deeper into a trap.
But she raised her chin and entered with a calm mask.
Rick was already waiting inside, sitting at the head of a long table lit with candles. He rose the moment he saw her, his eyes roaming over her like she was a painting he owned.
