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I started to demure, already certain the Kings had no intention of going to the masquerade, but I was interrupted by Neo.

"She can't go with you,” he said, "because she's going with us.”

I did a double take. "Wait… We're going?”

He held my gaze and I knew he was thinking about the name Alexa had given us the last time we'd seen her.

Laszlo Nagy.

“Okay, then I guess I'm going to need a costume too," I said.

Oscar flashed me a sexy grin. "Don't worry about that, tiger. We got you covered."

Chapter53

Willa

Aweek later I sat on my bed and opened the giant box Rock had brought to my room. I knew it was my costume for the Spring Fever masquerade that night, but as soon as I parted the tissue paper I started trying to figure out what the actual fuck was inside.

Because there were feathers. White feathers.

And a lot of them.

I’d spent the last week begging the Kings for hints about our Spring Fever costumes, but they'd been determined to keep them a secret.

I’d pretended to be annoyed, complaining that I wouldn't know how to do my hair and makeup, but it had been a bit of much-needed fun in the midst of a stressful and somber week.

There had been a candlelight vigil for Alexa, but it had felt loaded with tension and unspoken animosity. Looking at my peers through the flickering candlelight, people I'd learned to like and trust, I’d felt among strangers.

Which of them were hiding the identities of the killers amidst their families?

It was impossible to tell, and despite the Kings’ efforts, we had no more information on the culprits in the other houses. The Rooks and Saints claimed not to know the killers among their alumni, but after what had happened with Alexa and the Knights, it was impossible to know if they were telling the truth.

And we were still playing the game too, trying to figure out who in the Alinari family had been working with Roberto.

So yeah. I wasn't mad about getting a chance to dress up, drink, and explore my first sex club with the Kings.

I lifted the feathers from the box, surprised by their weight, and realized it was a set of wings.

Angel wings.

I was no angel, and sometimes I was embarrassed that Neo saw me that way, but that was how I’d been branded into his memory all those years ago, and I couldn't control the picture he'd painted.

And these were no party-store costume wings. They were luxurious and heavy, silky soft, and obviously custom-made to strap on my back with gold elastic that would fit around my arms.

I set them aside and removed a white lace bustier with feathered trim that matched the wings. It was held up by thin straps, with another set of even thinner straps diving into what would be my cleavage at the center. The bottom of the bustier was trimmed with lace that cascaded down either side to create an inverted V, and when I turned it around, I saw that the back was barely there, just a thin strap with a hook-and-eye closure.

Looking past it into the box I saw that there was something else, and I set the bustier aside with the wings and pulled out a tiny white skirt.

A tiny see-through skirt.

It was obviously meant to be worn over the accompanying lace garter and stockings, but the entire thing was probably only a foot wide.

It would barely cover my pussy, which was probably the point.

The Kings had thrown in tiny white underwear and a note in Neo's handwriting that read,Wear the gold shoes.

A bolt of heat rushed to my cunt at the thought of him writing the note, thinking about my outfit and deciding what he wanted me to wear.

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