Chapter 113: Cain.

The ball is well underway before Adelaide and Safira arrive.

The music skids to a halt and conversation ends completely. The ballroom is silent at their arrival, and as they step into the glow of the enchanted flames that illuminate everything in this large room, I roll my eyes.

“Well, don’t they look pretty.”

Rhys is a sour voice behind me.

I ignore him and keep my focus on the two people who have just been used to make a statement by Lyros. The ladies of Rafie’s court will stage an uprising after this, and I have to admit, those dresses look pretty.

I look away and fight to breathe properly.

Adelaide looks like a soft rose in the firelight.

The pink fabric looks good on her. The dress is nothing scandalous. I think I've seen it somewhere.

“Rhys?”

My answer is a grunt and I turn to see him with a glass of wine to his mouth. His eyebrows are cocked up in question and half the ladies of the ball are openly ogling him.

I would have been surprised if they didn’t, but what’s surprising i