Chapter 58

Briar’s POV

Okay, got my brooch. Hair down or hair up?

I had an oval face, sharp at the chin, soft around the cheeks. Hair down usually gave me the wild, mysterious look. Hair up? Elegance. I needed something in between, so I twisted it into a low knot and let a few strands fall loose. Not too polished. Not too undone. Just enough to say: I don’t care what the elders say, but I’m going to look flawless while they say it.

The dress I chose was simple, but unfairly flattering. A midnight blue wrap dress with a plunging neckline I pretended not to notice. The fabric hugged my waist, fell to my calves, and moved like water when I walked. I paired it with black heels sensible ones, but with enough point to make a vampire rethink lunging at me.

And of course, the brooch. An old piece I never wore. It was given to me by the council as a good member of the pack that contributed good things.

Well not so much. I’m a demon in their eyes.

Silver, cresc