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Iris
Is it?
“Iris, the QB says your dress is cool. And that…”
The kid rattles off all sorts of things, and she reminds me a little of Emmie. When Emmie gets excited about something, there’s no shutting her up, so the rhythm of what she has to say is more important than the words, and here, this kid’s happy she did something smart and brave to help her sister.
Iris
Dancing is like sex. It is sex. So is kissing.
I like the naked idea better.
I don’t even need to see it to know she’s fiercely blushing at that.
Did you enjoy your dance with Mr. Black?
Iris
Is he really Blackwater?
My phone lights up, too, and I glance at it. A raid just fucking happened two streets from the bar. It’s a brothel, but one that a lot of the rich go to.
That’s not normal.
Unease spreads, and I send a message to both Freya and Killian. It’s time to wrap this up.
That’s something to ask him about. Go inside, take your sister.
With that, I pocket the mini.
“OMG, Iris, QB says there are Council police in the Lower Side! And—” She stops as someone screams from the house, running down the hill to where Iris and her sister are.
It’s Mari, the blonde sister.
“There you are! Hell’s broken out! The Monarch left early!” Mari gasps out.
“Wait, what?” Iris’s is trying to calm her sister down, but she’s a bundle of panicked nerves. “What happened?”
Rue’s swiping through her phone, straining to find out what’s going on from the socials. “There’s a raid!”
“No, not that! Stephan is losing his mind! He called an ambulance,” Mari says. “Violet’s gone into labor.”
“But she’s only six months pregnant,” Iris says as the sisters all start running back to the ball.
Oooh, la la, my honey baby bees!
Talk about scalding hot scandals!
Because, let me tell you, I have some.
The rebel group who wants to rock the boat and upend the status quo aren’t happy about Council police conducting a very public raid.
I hear that Nightshade is looking for the Monarch and not just to talk, if you get my drift.
No wonder why the Monarch did a runner from the ball.
Maybe they’re going to the Council building where Sophine likes to hang like a bat to sleep.
