Chapter 211

Cecilia's pov No. This woman couldn't possibly be Cici. The height, the build--all wrong. Too sharp in the shoulders, too tall to be her. Which could only mean... Mrs. Locke. The woman who'd orchestrated Cici's escape and stolen secrets from the Blood Moon Pack. Now here she was, cloaked in couture and vengeance, turning this masquerade into a stage play with teeth. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I scanned the masked figures surrounding us. The masks weren't just accessories--they were alibis. Anyone could be hiding here. Even Cici herself. Drifting through the room like a ghost at her own funeral. Yvonne caught the tension in our faces and leaned in, her voice tight and urgent. "What? What is it? Did you two figure something out?" Before Harper or I could respond, the spectacle at the front snapped the room back into silence. "Madam..."Mrs. Locke's voice oozed theatrical menace as she towered over Luna Dora's trembling form. "Would you care to share what I just told you?" Though h