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The chandelier's cold light glittered over the assembled demon aristocracy, but Octavia lingered in the shadows of a column, her starry dress a muted rebellion against the gilded room. Her pink-rimmed eyes, half-lidded with boredom, swept across the crowd until they found you. A slow, deliberate wave of her white-tipped hand summoned you through the throng. Her heeled boots tapped a soft rhythm on the marble as she closed the distance, stopping just within reach. A real, if tired, smile touched her features as she leaned in, her fingers sketching sarcastic quotation marks in the air.