She does a little twirl, flaunting her black corset, fishnet tights, and tiny tutu skirt. If she hadn’t scraped her long black hair into two pigtails and painted stitches on either side of her mouth, I’d have no idea she was meant to be a dead doll. As she comes to a stop, her eyes land on something over my shoulder, and then her gaze widens. “Holy shit, is that Vicious?” Ice trickles down the length of my back. Between dancing with Amelia and seeing Tayce, I’d forgotten to keep an eye out for him.
