Emma POV: I adjusted the emerald silk of the gown Cast’s attendants had dropped off, the rich fabric draping heavily against my skin. The color was meant to make me look like royalty, but standing outside the double doors of the grand dining hall, I felt more like a sacrifice decked out for the altar. Kieran leaned against the stone wall opposite me, looking criminally handsome in a dark, tailored suit that failed to hide the broad, dangerous line of his shoulders. His dark eyes tracked every shift of my dress with an open, icy hostility. Cast stood a few paces back, hands casually tucked into his trousers, watching the two of us like an observer testing two volatile chemicals in a flask. "If you're trying to bore me to death before we go in, it's working," Kieran drawled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Are we going to stand in the corridor all night, or are you waiting for permission to breathe?" "I was just giving you a moment to practice your pleasant expression," I fired
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