I stared into his eyes for a half-second too long before I turned away.
No smile. No nod. Just... silence.
If Ryder was surprised by that, he didn’t show it. But his jaw ticked. Slightly and tightly. Like he was biting down on something sharp.
I didn't smile at him and turned on my heels, kept walking without looking back at him. My heart clenched at the feeling of doing that but I didn't care.
It's gone. He is a traitor and I don't trust him anymore. I shook my head not wanting to think about the past or him. I didn't want him to ruin my mood. I came here to discover Sienna's goal and use it to my own leverage.
I pushed open the glass door and stepped into an exquisite looking ballroom. The ballroom was carved from money—glass walls, black marble floors, spotlights diffused just right to make everyone look more important than they really were. Everything about it was curated for vanity. And tonight? I wasn’t here to blend in.
I was here to haunt someone.
My crimson dress caught eve
