Sixty-Seven:
Cecelia Porter
I regretted leaving the party instantly. I knew that by leaving, I was jeopardizing my entire future. But I couldn’t let Marlowe get taken because of me. He didn’t deserve to have his life ruined or to be killed because of me. We were at a place that I recognized as Quentin Segar’s apartment building. The last time that I had been there, it had been after that horrible night with the Sun and Moon Alliance. The night that had sealed my fate. It hadn’t even been that long since it happened. Or since Marlowe had stormed in, announcing the horror that was my engagement.
To my surprise, Jude had a key that he pulled from his pocket. “Does Quentin know that you have that key?” I asked as he opened the door.
Jude smiled. “He
