Lyra's POV
The stilettos were killing my feet. Having gotten used to wearing shoes or boots all these years, these tiny 3 inch stilts were hard to walk.
"She will be here soon, High Vampire." Marie's voice echoed in the hallway.
"I thought you would at least escort her here, knowing she didn't know how to wear those—."
I hadn't even taken a full step into the living room when Julian's gaze immediately found me. He turned with quiet grace, passing Jakub and Marie as his feet moved on their own. HIs eyes trailing over me in a way that made my breath hitch.
The dress they gave me was a deep, forest green—silky, flowing, and far too beautiful for someone like me.
It hugged my waist before spilling down to my ankles, every step made graceful by the silver stilettos strapped around my feet. Around my neck sat a silver collar necklace, adorned with an intricate purple brooch at the center. I felt nearly naked with my back being bare and my collarbone and arms exposed.
