Chapter 212

Cecilia's pov In a room full of masks and teeth, swinging blindly would only get me devoured faster. Across the room, I caught sight of Luna Dora and The Real VIP. Dora looked like she was bracing for a bomb to go off--probably worried I'd say something that would unravel the Blood Moon Pack further. Regina, though... her concern felt real. Genuine. The kind you reserve for someone who threw themselves into the fire--for you. I stood there calmly, prepared to play this twisted game. I offered Mrs. Locke a smile that barely touched my eyes. "Madame Tarot ," I said with forced lightness, "please be gentle with my secrets." Mrs. Locke circled me slowly, her movements deliberate, predatory in the way a lioness sizes up its next kill. "A man-killer with a beautiful face," she declared, her voice loud enough to carry. "Skilled in deception and manipulating hearts. You just deceived an innocent woman moments ago. I know your true purpose." Across the room, The Real VIP's expression shifted--a