Page 50 of Shift of Morals

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Can’t or won’t,came his response.

This is too much. And inappropriate.

I have an ungodly amount of money.

I’d forgotten how terribly humble you are.

Amethyst is a cheap stone.

So you have an ungodly amount of money, but you’re cheap?

I didn’t say those particular amethysts are cheap.

Gianna will notice.

I don’t care.

You should care.

Wear the dress. With the earrings.

No.

Please.

I didn’t respond again, a heavy breath escaping me as I put the lid back on the box.

Caelan never said please. And they were gorgeous. Amethyst was one of my favorite stones.

“Evie. Shut up,” I muttered to myself.

I lifted the dress up and hung it carefully, unable to stop myself from running my fingers over the exquisite, magical embroidery.

I picked my cell up again.

Who’s making these dresses?

Wear the earrings and I’ll tell you.

I snorted.

I’ll ask Simone.

I’ve already instructed her not to tell you.

I’ll ask the butler.

I don’t have a butler, but if I did, he wouldn’t tell you either.

Then I’ll instruct Seymour to bite you. Repeatedly.

Don’t threaten me with a good time, Evie.

I laughed out loud.

If I promise to wear the earrings, do you promise to tell me who made the dress?

As long as you wear the dress, too.

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