7
I didn’t have a dress. Neither did Evelyn. Thankfully, we found a store nearby and promptly bought two dresses we thought were appropriate for a night out.
The dress lay on my bed.
I stared at it, as if it were an alien.
I had never worn anything like this—tight, short, and revealing—and now that it was time for me to put it on, I felt sick to my stomach.
I was about to crash a dark witches’ party.
There was also the vampire pacing between the two queen beds in this tiny hotel room. Since Evelyn came up with the idea of us going to the party, Killian had fallen into an even worse mood than before. He wasn’t quiet and stoic anymore. He was brooding and annoyed.
It was getting on my last nerve.
I put my hands on my waist. “You’re going to make a hole on the floor and fall into some
