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#11
The last thing I seeis a look of shock on Aaron Bronn's face as I shove past him, and I run as fast as I can without looking back.
My voice cracks as I ask Siri to email the Devil, and I nearly weep in relief when it only takes a moment before my phone starts ringing.
"He's here," I burst out even before the Devil can say a word. "He's here—-"
Calm down.
I gave you my word that I'll keep you safe.
Don't make me punish you by acting otherwise.
I find the Devil's threat particularly reassuring for some reason, and I can already feel my heartbeat slowing down.
Where are you?
"I'm still at the hotel—-"
Good.
Head up to the second floor.
There's only one ballroom in use.
Enter it.
'Great idea' is the first thing that pops in my head when I hear the Devil's orders, but I find myself second-guessing this when I see the words SNOWDROP BALL displayed on the digital screen next to the ballroom doors.
You can't live in Miami and not know about Snowdrop Ball. It's our local version of the Met Gala, and while I would never in a million of years eventhinkof gatecrashing an event like this—-
If the Devil says this is where I should go to stay safe, then...
Crap, crap, crap.
People start looking and talking about me as soon as I'm past the doors, and I can see right away why I'm standing out at the worst possible way. Everyone I've seen so far is in tuxes and gowns while I'mstillin my red Cueshe Coffee apron.
"Oh my God."
The shrillness of the woman's voice is unfortunately familiar, and I already know it's Tara even before turning around and finding the other girl looking at me like I'm a piece of trash that should be taken away before I start stinking.
"You really are the most desperate social climber there is, aren't you? How did you even manage to get past security?"
That's actually a great question, and I can only guess the Devil has something to do with how I've been able to slip in without any trouble.
"And what's up with that costume?"
"It's a uniform, actually—-"
"Is there a problem here?"
The speed in which Tara's sneer shifts into a coy smile has me blinking, and it's a struggle not to roll my eyes when I hear her speak in an equally coy tone.
"Oh, Mr. Adrianov,hi."
A shadow falls over both of us, and I turn warily as a man steps between Tara and me.
