Page 100 of Chandelier Enthralled
Perhaps he’d gone to placate Jewel—tell her that he couldn’t present me tonight and make up some excuse.
This was a different kind of fear.
For the first time, I found myself exhilarated by it. Greyson made everything more thrilling. My heart raced, skin buzzing with anticipation, every part of me screamed I should run—but I couldn’t.
I needed to stay, to see how this unfolded. I was hoping for the chance to get what I had come here for—more answers.
This was a changing room, and soon, it might be filled with guests putting on their costumes, transforming into something provocative.
I’d ventured into Pendulum for the sake of uncovering the sordid mysteries of Hadley and her hidden world. For answers to the misjustice of the death of two men.
Was Pendulum above justice?
What I had seen already made the peril undeniable. These people weren’t just powerful, they were ruthless.
Even now, as I strayed outside my comfort zone, I was being tracked by my brother. He had probably sent Greyson in to get me. Totally embarrassing.
How could I ever craft a story worthy of Julia Sterling’s attention if I wasn’t allowed to infiltrate the very places where it began?
The door opened and I stood up, bracing myself, expecting to be able to leave now.
Greyson stormed in and right behind him walked a young brunette wearing a red bodice. She was so damn pretty and tall, and her figure was similar to mine. I felt a stab of jealousy hit me at the thought they might be lovers.
We stood looking at each other.
Another man came in and shook his head when he saw what I was wearing.
I’d seen him at my brother’s house on the same morning that Greyson had come around after his ex-girlfriend had died in his pool.
The snake tattoo on his hand was unforgettable.
“I’m Atticus,” he said, eyes full of empathy. “It will be okay.”
“What’s happening?” I asked nervously.
“We could just go,” said Greyson to him.
Atticus shook his head. “This is the only way.”
Greyson approached the brunette. “Say nothing of this.”
“Sure.” She looked at me, intrigued.
“How long have you been a member of the High Chamber?” asked Atticus.
“A year.” She looked proud of the fact.
“You know the rules. We need obedience, and your silence. Do this, and you’ll be rewarded.”
“What do I have to do?” she asked.
“Everything,” said Greyson.
I blinked, trying to decipher their conversation.
“Do I become your sub afterwards?” She looked at Greyson and then Atticus.
“We’ll discuss this later,” said Atticus.
