I tried to hold still as Freya circled me, making final adjustments to the dress she'd spent weeks creating. My mind kept drifting back to last night's disastrous meeting with Carson, his phone call, the female voice in the background... I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away. "Stop moving," Freya scolded, pins between her lips as she adjusted the hemline. "This is delicate work." "Sorry," I muttered, trying to focus on the present moment. Odette lounged on my bed, scrolling through her phone with a suspiciously innocent expression. "So," she drawled, "I heard the Northern Pack contingent arrived early for tonight's gala." I shot her a warning look, not wanting to talk about them, but s
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