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I decided on a dark red above-the-knee dress that doesn’t show too much cleavage and something that resembles a flat pair of heels. Xenia called these kitten heels if I’m not mistaken.
At the thought of my best friend, sorrow seizes my heart again. I don’t know where she is, if she’s alive or what Priest has done to her. If she could see me now, dressing up for him, she’d punch me right into tomorrow before telling me to find something to protect myself with.
Wait, Valentine mentioned dinner, right? Maybe there’ll be cutlery I can slip into my bra or something! Fuck, I need to keep an eye out. I can’t let Priest win like this; he even has me playing to his tune and performing like a circus animal.
But I know if I’m going to survive, I will have to do this. I’m going to let him think he’s won while I silently plan his downfall. I just hope he doesn’t catch on to my schemes, or I’ll be dead before I can escape.
I straighten my shoulders and look in the mirror at my reflection; well, it will have to do. I don’t do ‘sexy,’ so Priest will just have to be happy with whatever the fuck this is.
A whistle sounds from behind me, and I whirl around to catch Valentine staring at me with an amused grin wide on his face. I turn back to the mirror, then back at him, and can swear that he’s standing right behind me, but his reflection doesn’t show.
Wait, how do hunters not know that vamps show no mirror reflection? This and the eye thing are all new information that I will need to bring back with me.
“That’ll do, Kitty Kat; come,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him.
“You have no reflection,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“And you have a good eye, now come,” he says, and I reluctantly follow him out to whatever is waiting for me downstairs.
GABRIEL
Ican smell her defiance even before she walks into the room, and I let out a low chuckle as I play with the signet ring on my finger.
That’s so fucking Katherine, it’s not even funny; defiance and a smart mouth that gets my cock harder than steel.
I knew she would have expected cruelty, so I decided to switch up my method a little bit. She won’t expect kindness or respect, so that’s just what I’m going to show her until she’s let her guard down a little bit.
She hit me when I didn’t expect her to, and I’ll be fucking sure to return the favor.
Valentine drags her in by her upper arm, and her eyes go everywhere but where I’m seated. She’s looking for a weapon, I’m damn sure about that, but she’ll have a hard time finding one in my home after what happened five days ago.
Everything now is coated with a material spun by the Fae and cannot be broken, nor is it flammable.
Why would I keep a means to kill me right under my own nose, anyway?
I lean back and rest my chin on my fist while slowly raking my eyes over her stunning figure. The dress she’s wearing accentuates her curves in all the right way, and she’s wearing my favorite color. She’s a classic beauty that doesn’t need any make-up or added frills; fucking gorgeous without even trying.
“Katherine,” I call out and see her back stiffen at my voice. She slowly turns her eyes on me, and her heart starts thumping a little faster; she’s nervous but trying to seem brave. “Please, sit.”
Swallowing deep, she nods, and Valentine shoots me a look before leaving us alone. At first, he didn’t like this plan and voiced his disapproval every day, but I assured him that this would get Katherine to bend before I broke her.
We’re in the dining room right now, and I’m seated at the head of a long eight-seater table while she’s on the opposite end glaring at me.
“What is this?” she asks, clearing her throat and looking straight into my eyes. “You’re going to wine and dine me before killing me?”
I smirk at her words, then sit forward and lace my fingers together underneath my chin. “I’m treating you to dinner and a comfortable room,” I say, watching as her eyes narrow and her lips slightly part.
“What happened to torturing me?”
“Oh, that will still come. But for now, you need your strength; so eat up,” I say just as her food arrives. Xenia informed me that her favorite dish is mushroom risotto, so I had it made along with her favorite wine and entree.
Well, Xenia’s blood told us, anyway.
She shifts in her seat and bites her bottom lip. “Again, why? How do I know that there’s nothing dangerous in here?” she says, picking up her fork and pushing the food around.
Her stomach gives a light growl, indicating that she is indeed hungry, but I think she’d rather starve than accept my kindness.
“Just eat the fucking food, Katherine,” I say, rolling my eyes, then leaning back in my chair again, watching as she sighs and brings the food to her mouth.
