“I don’t wear silk,” I said, stopping in the doorway to give the dress a fleeting look. “But you can have it.” My eyes took in her stuffy black uniform she probably slept in. “Your wardrobe looks like it could use some variety.” Her growl followed me into the hall. “I do not wear white!” As of today, I didn’t either. If I was a virgin walking toward sacrifice, I’d do it dressed in a black hand-me-down. OceanofPDF.com