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Ball?
What?
"What is this?" I took a step back from her, holding my wrist to my chest as I sized up the towering woman before me—whatever she was.
She leaned closer, her hands clasped behind her back as a menacing look crept into her eyes. "Who are you to make demands?"
What?
She straightened and turned to face the servants. "Get her ready."
"Get me ready for what?!"
If Fashire would be there, I had no desire to attend. The mere thought of him made my stomach churn. Everything that sick bastard had done was seared into my mind, a wound that wouldn't heal without leaving me with an insatiable urge to tear out his heart.
"I'm not going." I frowned, surprised at my own bravado.
The others had taken a step when they stopped at my words. The woman's reaction was swift. She flinched and turned back to me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting defiance from a pet.
