"Are you not surprised?" Cecilia asked as we moved across the floor, the grand hall's lights casting a soft glow over us.
"No," I said simply, leading her in a smooth turn.
She had chosen me, as I knew she would. It was obvious, really.
Cecilia studied me, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. "Your acting is really good, you know," she mused. "If I wasn't as good at reading people as I am, I'd never be able to tell what's really going on in that head of yours."
I twirled her, the hem of her gown sweeping the polished floor like a crimson wave. Her smile never faltered.
When I first arrived in this world, I had been careful with Cecilia. Not because she was an enemy—no, she was always meant to be a major character on the side of good—but because of how she operated.
