Page 49 of The Devil In Disguise

Shoving him playfully, I respond, “He’s the only other person I know besides Marco. Who will I talk to when you get busy? What if I do something wrong?”

When he takes in my expression, he sits up against the headboard and jerks his head for me to join him.

“I’ll see if he’s going to come by. If not, you can stay with me or hide away in the shadows, I will always keep my eye on you.”

We stayed there for a while until eventually I peel myself away from him and look for my dry nightgown. On my way over to my house, Marco runs over to me from the field.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

He looks me over then glances behind me to Kylo’s house, when his eyes find mine again they are full of worry. “Amaris, you need to be careful tonight in that house, okay?”

Don’t trust anyone.

The voice swims across my mind, but I push it to the back of my head.

“Marco, what happened? Why do I need to be careful?”

Heaving a sigh, he says, “The guys won’t divulge any information to me, but all morning there has been suspicious chatter. I don’t know enough to say anything concrete, but just promise me to keep your guard up and stay on your toes. I don’t have a good feeling about this. If I learn anything new I’ll find you.”

“Of course I will,” I say with furrowed brows.

Before I get another word in he cuts me off. “I’m sorry, I have to go back. Be safe.” Then he jogs off, leaving me dumbfounded.

Weird. He didn’t even ask for his cheesecake. Something is definitely going on, but what?

For now I’ll shift my focus on getting ready. On top of everything else I can’t remember, who knows when the last time I put real effort into getting dolled up for myself, or when the next chance will come by?

The hours zoom by while I scrub myself silky smooth, blow-dry my hair, and apply a light face of makeup. After my makeup looks perfect, I go back to my hair and give myself a Dominican blowout. This hairstyle combined with the emerald green dress I set aside will make my hair pop and look more red than usual. I love it.

My favorite part about my entire ensemble is an accessory that’ll be hidden to everyone else. When I was shopping for lingerie I picked up a discreet, but super cute, thigh holster and was hoping to have an opportunity to use it. Tucked inside is my dagger and with the slit on the dress, it’s easily accessible if I need it.

Standing in the mirror, I act out a scenario in which I would need to pull it out quickly and attack. Damn, I look good. And I feel like a bad bitch spy from the middle ages.

A knock at my front door startles me. Glancing at the time on my phone tells me it’s almost six already.

Time is not real.

I’m rendered speechless when I pull the door open. Kylo usually looks great in his regular clothes, but in his suit, sans tie, he looks scrumptious. His brows shoot up to his hairline and he has a similar reaction to mine, albeit he recovers quicker than I do. With a chuckle at my dazed face, he says, “You are magnificent, little fox.”

I clear my throat and let him in, spinning around and asking him to zip my dress the rest of the way up. He offers to strap my heels on for me and when he kneels for me to put my foot on his knee, I place it on his chest instead. The heels are new so they don’t leave a mark on him, but I still brush off his chest when he stands.

“You look very sexy tonight,” I say, pulling him forward by the lapels of his suit.

“You look amazing, I like your makeup and the way you did your hair.”

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me I look better without it or something?” I tease.

“I love that I get to see you when you’re all natural every day, but let me appreciate the art you put effort into making.” He takes my hand and spins me around twice.

He checks his phone before offering me his arm. “Our car is here.”

“Car? It’s not that far of a walk.”

“You have to spend the whole night in those heels. You look great, but I can’t imagine it’s too comfortable. If we don’t need to add the walk on top of that, we won’t.”

The walk would have killed my feet, so I’m actually glad he got us a car. We walk out arm in arm and make the short drive to the main house. When we step out, we are hand in hand. Kylo looks as uncomfortable to be here as I feel, but he squeezes my hand twice and tries for a reassuring smile before we go up the stairs.

The estate is a clear display of wealth and power, the guests and interior a direct reflection of just that. The room is bathed in a black and gold color scheme. It’s lavish, but slightly dull. Whispering in Kylo’s ear, I comment, “I like your art better.”

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