The gown of sapphire clung to her like a second skin as she ascended the steps, a growing knot rising in her stomach. Despite spending many years with Dryden Vos, she had never seen anything as lavish as the gala which she was entering. Rosebud lips released a short, shallow breath, the heat in the cheeks blooming. It had been overwhelming to arrive back in the land of living, but she had immediately gained a purpose. Qi’ra was always in need of a survival plan. Dark eyes scanned the area, a pensive expression on her features.
❛ They’ve put on a grand affair for such a serious occasion. ❜














