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“No, not yet,” Mari says with her usual polite smile. “Do we know his name yet?”
“Blackwater,” she says. “I’ve never seen him around here before. Maybe he’s from the mainland?”
“Maybe,” I say. As Melissa saunters away, my mini lights up.
Killian
Say yes to the dance request and find out. Brat.
Reports are coming in from the Midnight Garden itself!
There’s a new player in town.
Or is that old?
A butterfly from a cocoon.
Or did a snake shed his skin?
One thing’s for certain, it’s got our Luxe’s heart aflutter and maybe some claws sprouting.
It seems we’ve been harboring old money in plain sight.
Down in the Lower Side.
The rich love the slums.
Mysterious and Bonafide hottie, Mr. Blackwater is, I’ve managed to find out, from a shipping and then real estate family, one whose home burned down many years ago.
I know!
Totally Tragic!
The entire family perished, and Blackwater barely escaped, only to find out his sister was still inside.
He tried to get her out. But she didn’t make it.
Again—TRAGIC.
But now he’s back here in Sabine.
And guess who he’s dancing with, right now?
Things are getting sticky!
- Queen Bee
CHAPTER
FORTY-THREE
Killian
She doesn’t respond. Of course she doesn’t. Iris is a brat and one that’s metaphorically toying with my balls.
I move through the crowd, dressed the part of a nobleman, and come up to Iris and her sister.
“Take my hand, brat, and smile. Pretend you’re auditioning a mate,” I say, holding mine out. Her sister, Marigold, and Iris’s redheaded friend just stare at me in shock. They both know who I am, but not my real last name. Not many do.
