Dress up? The nerve of him!
I looked down at the dress, sprawled out on the bed. It was a beautiful gown; even I could not deny that, but it did not negate the steadily growing reality of the situation. Nixon was nowhere to be found, and Dreyaz was still plaguing the hostage game.
“That’s a nice dress,” Keyvah noted from behind me. “Must be a special occasion.”
I could tell that she was attempting to make a joke out of what we all realized to be a serious situation. Instead of a direct interaction with her, I simply rolled my eyes upward, frustrated with how much more difficult the councilor was making it for me to convince Roman to let me go alone.
For a moment, I actually thought about catching a glance at Roman, but the lack of nerve wouldn’t allow me. I knew that he’d have a look
