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I rested my chin on his chest so I could look at him, my fingers running lightly over his chest. “I feel better, I promise. It’s not too much. My headache hasn’t come back and we’ve been screwing like rabbits the last couple of days. If it was going to come back, I would think it would’ve done so by now.”
He smiled, but still had an air of concern on his face. “Maybe we should get you acupuncture again, just to be safe. Before the ball in two days. Your light shines brighter when you have it done,” he said as he lightly ran a finger over the features of my face. “You look even more beautiful.”
I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. “I won’t argue. It does make me feel better. But I also feel fine without it too. And if it makes me prettier, then maybe that will help keep the other women off you at the ball,” I said, grinning at him.
“It will mean the guys will be busy keeping the other men away from you.”
“What other men?”
He laughed. “Good answer.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sephie
I had gone with Ivan the day before the ball to pick up my dress. I needed to try it on one more time, just to make sure all the alterations were good. Ivan was even more comical in the dress shop than Viktor was. Ivan was so serious all the time that he looked like he was mad at all the dresses. I asked him if he wanted to see the dress before we got there. He said he did, so I swore him to secrecy.
“You can see it, but Adrik doesn’t know what it looks like, so you’re not allowed to tell him. I want it to be a surprise. I’ll hurt you if you tell him,” I said, as threatening as I could.
“I saw what you can do. I won’t say a word to him,” he said, his hands up in surrender, a small smile on his face.
When I came out of the fitting room, he was speechless. He just stood and looked at me for a moment. “Princess…”
“You think he’ll like it?” I asked, showing him the 360-degree view.
“He will love it. You look like a princess.”
I laughed. “Do princesses wear black?”
“Maybe not. But Queens of the Underworld do.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, then smiled widely at him.
We dropped the dress off at Ms. Jackson’s apartment. She was going to help me get ready, as I really had no girlfriends and I had no clue about makeup or how to put my hair up into anything other than a bun, a braid, or a ponytail. Ms. Jackson said she knew exactly what to do, which was 100 percent more than I knew, so I trusted her.
When we walked into her apartment, Ivan surprised us both by asking her, “When’s your next Bingo night, Ms. Jackson?”
She laughed. “Are you offering to be my date?”
“Yes, ma’am. Anytime you want one, you have a standing date.”
I hung my dress up on the door frame of her spare room, my mouth open in shock.
She cut her eyes to me and just smiled. She walked to him and put her arm through his. “You guys get through the ball and we’ll talk,” she winked at him.
As we were leaving her apartment, Mr. Turner was walking down the hall toward his door.
“Miss Sephie, Mr. Ivan, how are you both today?”
“Great, Mr. Turner, how are you? How was work?”
“Oh, it was fine. Fine. They’re getting ready for tomorrow night. You’re all going to be there, right? It is a special night for your boss, after all.”
“Yes, Mr. Turner. We’ll all be there,” Ivan said.
“Good, good. You know there’s supposed to be a lot of people attending. I feel better knowing you’ll all be there,” he said as he looked from Ivan to me and back to Ivan. Ivan nodded his head and put his arm around my shoulders.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Turner. She’s going to be safe. We can’t live without her anyway. We’ve got everything covered,” he said, a small smile on his lips.
