“To change into that damn silver ballgown I always have to wear.” “No. Not tonight.” Releasing my arm, he strides over to his closet and yanks open the door. “Tonight, you’re wearing this.” My heart skips a beat as he pulls out a stunning black dress with golden details. Drawing in an unsteady breath, I flick my gaze between the breathtaking dress and the satisfied smile on Draven’s face. “It’s black,” I state, remembering what he told me about why the Icehearts always insist that we fae wear silver. Still only wearing that low slung towel, he walks back across the floor and holds out the
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