He stepped back and offered me his arm. “You have my solemn vow.”
I stared at him.
Then I took his arm.
(Again, seriously…what would you do?)
He escorted me back and deposited me in my chair.
He returned to Chastity at the mantle while everyone pretended to avoid watching us even as they totally watched us.
Except Chelsea, who was glowering openly at me.
Fabulous.
In the crosshairs of a scheming woman who was wearing a sexier sweater than me.
My drink was sitting on the table in front of me.
I grabbed it and sucked half of it back.
“So, we decided while you two had your little chat, it’s gowns tonight,” Temperance drawled.
Fuck.
My other two gowns were also sexy.
Shit.
I glared at Battle.
He smirked at me.
Snowball jumped from Prue’s lap to mine.
Thank God.
Moral support.
I’d take it.
And with no other avenue open to me, I did.
CHAPTER 9
THE CHAT
I sat at my vanity, all ready to head down to drinks, but even so, my mind was casting about for any viable excuse I could give for chickening out of drinks and dinner.
And it had to be an excuse they’d buy that wouldn’t scream I was chicken.
Sadly, I was not coming up with any ideas that would convince anyone I wasn’t a coward.
In the midst of me doing this, or more to the point, failing at it, I heard a knock on the bedroom door.
This was probably Prue, come to ask what was going on with me and her brother. Though, my thoughts, she should ask him.
I didn’t have a brother.
