Chapter 7: The Glass Meant For Me

The Draven "compensation" arrived at the Blackthorn estate two days later, carried by four men. An uncut Colombian emerald the size of my fist. Bought at auction two years ago for a number my mother had to sit down after hearing. "For breaking Miss Wilder's betrothal," Kian said, in front of my entire family. "My father insisted. Frankly, I think she's owed more." Vivienne's nails went through her own palm. That was the day my grandfather stopped calling me the girl. "In three nights," he...