Page 97 of Chandelier Enthralled
He nodded.
She walked towards us. “Let me see her.”
Greyson held his hand up to prevent Jewel from coming any closer. “This one’s mine.”
“Excuse me.” She looked offended.
He pointed to the door. “If you don’t mind.”
A jolt of fear slithered up my spine, followed by relief that Greyson wasn’t throwing me to the wolves—one she-wolf in particular.
That was the same woman I’d interviewed with, the same woman I was investigating, and here she was turning her morbid fascination on me.
“You know the rules,” she said. “If she’s new, she’s showcased.”
His jaw tensed. “I’m aware.”
“You got over Amelia pretty quickly,” she said. “It’s good to see.”
His lips trembled with emotion, but she didn’t catch it.
“We have a ceremony in twenty minutes, and I expect to see you both there.” She eyed me carefully. “Name?”
“She’s silenced,” said Greyson. “A punishment perfect for her smart mouth.”
That seemed to placate Jewel. “Very well.”
His lips curved into a snarl. “Anything else?”
She whirled around and headed for the door. “Speak to me like that in front of a sub again, Greyson, and I’ll see you banished.”
“No, you won’t,” he said. “Because you like it.”
She paused and turned around with a wry smile. “Don’t try to guess what I like.”
“I’ve seen it,” he said, smiling back at her. “And I approve.”
She gave a nod, glanced at me one more time, and then left.
A weird aura remained in the room after their cryptic conversation. Clearly both had seen what the other one was into.
I exhaled, releasing the tension in my body.
Greyson stood there, silently processing what had happened. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I said. “It was cruel of her to mention Amelia.”
“Par for the course.”
“Do you think she recognized me?”
“Hard to say.”
That wasn’t the answer I needed to hear.
“That’s the viper you want to investigate.”
He was right to question my judgment. Jewel was mixing with nefarious people who liked the kinds of things that went on in the black apple room.
