“Remember,” I murmur, unlatching the cuffs. “You asked for this.” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze narrowing. Only when the metallic click of the handcuffs echoes in the silent room does he understand. “Aurelia . . .” “Sorry, Julian.” I watch as he struggles against his restraints. “But I have a party to attend.” “Unlock these cuffs right now, Aurelia!” he snarls, tugging at the handcuffs attached to the bedpost, but I ignore his orders.
