Chapter 6 : Royal Dinner Date

No.

It’s far too risky, and the idea horrifies me. It’s bad enough I'm plotting to murder the kings of the Ruby Nightclaws. To lead them on and pretend to be their fated mate to lure them to their deaths is beyond the pale. I do have my limits, even for tyrants.

It seems dishonorable to trick them any more than I already am. Plus, my wolf is filled with rage at the idea.

I’ll find another way.

It doesn’t help my resolve or my guilt that the slinky black sheath dress feels finer than anything I own. It comes just down to my knee and has puffed sleeves. The high-heeled shoes–my size–are so shiny it’s blinding. With my hair pulled back in a ponytail and cascading over my shoulder, I look elegant.

At a quarter to six, I step outside my room and find Lucas waiting for me. He gives me the once-over and nods approvingly. “Allow me to escort you.”

In the cool of the evening, the palace is full of light from torches and lamps. I wonder what it would be like to live here, to enjoy the be