Selene
It started with a dress.
Delivered to our penthouse in a sleek black box with a handwritten note:
Wear this. Meet me on the roof at 8.No questions. Trust me.– A.
Which, first of all, RUDE. Because the dress inside? Couture. Red. Floor-length. Backless. The kind of thing that made me look like sin and a miracle in one breath.
And the shoes? Louboutin. Of course.
By the time I stepped onto the rooftop at exactly 8:00, I half-expected him to just be waiting there with that crooked smirk and a glass of wine.
But the second the door opened, I gasped.
Because it wasn't just Azriel.
It was an entire world he'd built for me.
The rooftop had been transformed.
