Theo stood alone before the mirror.
The dress Cain had sent to her was made for concealment. It was high-collared, brushing against her jaw. The sleeves went all the way to her wrist, followed by net gloves that she wore over her fingers.
All the way down to her toes, the green gown fell. Its embroidery sat on the edges of the dress, subtle but beautiful.
The maids had left a few minutes ago after helping her with her make-up and hair. She looked less dead, with the black circles properly concealed. The only truth in her face was her eyes.
A stranger's eyes.
Her amber eyes looked diluted, and the colour subtly changed from amber to black whenever she lost focus.
She lifted her hands slowly, watching the faint tremor in her fingers through the transparent net. The gloves matched the dress, fitted and soft, obscuring the blackened lines that pulsed beneath her skin like something alive. She could feel it crawling deeper, taking over.
