Chris
Lily glided into the foyer of my Packhouse apartment, looking beautiful in a sky blue dress with a string of pearls around her neck. She was a stunning girl, truly—but I wasn’t here because I wanted to be.
I had invited her here only at Ava’s request; she, along with the Elders, had been adamant, and I had wanted to prove to her that I could never feel the same way for anyone else. Maybe it was wrong of me to be doing this, to be leading Lily on.
But what else was I to do?
“You clean up nicely,” Lily teased, holding out a bottle of wine for me.
“As do you,” I managed in return, taking the bottle and gesturing for her to take a seat at the small table I had laid out with candles and a light supper spread. “Ah, red wine. My favorite.”
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