“Golden one!” The nickname the Inferno Consortium gave me scratches down my skin as the woman’s eyes do the same, appraising the way I look. “Your dress is simply divine.” They’ve called me that since I can remember. No one calls me by my given name except Valentine, Adrian, and Julian. Although Julian hasn’t really called me anything for a while. Whenever I hear those two words, they make me feel dirty, like a pet for them to toss around. No one else has a nickname in the Inferno Consortium but me.
