Odette's POV
I moved slowly, every part of me still trembling as I reached for the edge of the bed. My fingers brushed against the fabric laid neatly by Mara earlier — a soft cotton dress, faintly scented with rose and something unfamiliar, like the air in this place had clung to it. The room still smelled faintly of soap and heated water, but underneath it all, there was a lingering trace of him.
Evander.
I shivered and forced the thought out of my head.
Fine. He wanted me changed. I'd change. I'd fix my hair, my face, my entire demeanor — and then I'd get out of here.
I'd already decided.
"Mara," I called softly, and she came almost instantly, her slippers brushing the floor, her breath still a little uneven like she'd been holding it since the last time I spoke. "Help me dress."
