The transformation was complete, but Lyra hardly recognized the woman in the mirror. The dress was a column of midnight-blue silk that clung to her curves like a second skin, held up by nothing but two delicate diamond straps. Her hair was swept into a sophisticated, loose chignon, and around her neck sat a Vane heirloom—a necklace of sapphires that felt heavier than the chains Julian had threatened her with."You look... acceptable."Lyra turned. Julian was leaning against the doorframe of her dressing room, looking devastating in a custom black tuxedo. His silver eyes roamed over her, and for a fleeting second, the coldness flickered into something raw and hungry."Acceptable?" Lyra challenged, tilting her chin. "I feel like a trophy you’re about to put on a shelf.""Tonight, you are a shield," Julian corrected, stepping into the room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of silk gloves. "And remember the rule: No matter what my brother Marcus says to you, you do n
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