OLEANDER
Dante dragged me out of the hospital, shoved me into the room, and forced me into a ridiculously short black dress dusted with tiny star-like specks. Now, I was at some kind of summit.
Men made up most of the attendees, with a few women as the maids. I had no idea why I was even here. Dante had mumbled something earlier about not trusting me not to run, and he didn't trust Celina enough to keep an eye on me either. Hence, he brought me along.
"Wait here."
I turned to Hex, currently the one Dante had put in charge of me. I frowned at him as he observed the room.
The space looked like a living room, though it was too loud due to the music playing in the background and the noisy chatter from people, and it was actually underfurnished, so it didn't feel like one. There were too many picture frames lining the walls, and in them were men in black tuxedos. I was almost sure I saw Dante in one of them. Or at least someone who looked exactly like him.
