**Red Ballet Shoes—Micheal H Lee, Ghostwriter**
"My my, did I stain you?"
Ember was beginning to realize one very important thing about Khaos BlueBlood and that was the fact that the man enjoyed toying with her. And whether it was truly fun for him as he had alleged or not was an entirely different thing.
Yet while he stared at her like something that thoroughly amused him, the Twelve took her in like a pack of starved wolves suddenly beholding a meal dropped from heaven.
Ember's eye twitched. Maybe it wasn't her wisest decision to enter the council alone, but ever since Khaos BlueBlood appeared with the knowledge of her identity, everything had changed.
She needed to know how much he needed her.
She needed to know if she was indispensable to him, or not.
She needed to make sure that she was not just dancing at the strings of a puppet. If there was more to the reason why he chose her… a reason that was indispensable—only then would she be assuaged.
