Unexpected Rise of Leonard Storm

Chapter 93

Oh, she shouldn’t even be thinking this. But she’d seen friends do terrible things before, and it had become safer for her to believe the worst. She’d witnessed firsthand how far a need for revenge could drive someone. Perhaps Azar wouldn’t do anything—perhaps she was just being paranoid and ridiculous. But if something happened tonight . . .

Matilda opened the doors to her dressing room, surveying the glittering gowns hanging along the walls. Spencer would be beyond furious if she infiltrated the ball, but she could handle it. She could handle it if he decided to throw her in the dungeons for a little while, too.

Because somehow, the thought of him getting hurt—or worse—made her willing to risk just about anything.

“Will you not even smile on Yulemas?” she asked Spencer as they walked out of the castle and toward the glass temple at the center of the eastern garden.

“If my teeth were crimson, I wouldn’t be smiling at all,” he said. “Be content with an occasional grimace.” She flash