Extraits

My signature éclair needs a mixture of both dark and milk chocolate. Milk chocolate by itself would be too sweet. Also, a dash of cayenne pepper might add a unique and unexpected flavor.

Violet felt the pinch on her thigh at a distance. Through eyes that wouldn't quite focus, she watched the man in the gold mask perpetuate the tiny cruelty.

The detached part of her brain knew she was disassociating again. Her mind was hiding from what was really happening here in order to protect her. Reality was too much to process.

This was a human auction and these people were monsters. Masked monsters.

"We need more wine, Timothy. Send the girl to get some more."