Sacrifice Me by Sarra Cannon Read Free Book Online

over to introduce herself.
    “I’m Lyla. That’s Cherish there
with the green shirt, Misty in blue, Peri, and our resident redhead
is Shay,” she said. “You must be the new girl Rend was
telling us about.”
    “That’s me,” I said. “Azure
said you guys were short on dancers tonight and that maybe you ladies
could help me find something to wear.”
    Lyla thumbed through the rack of clothes and
picked out a sequined pink number that made me question my decision
to stay. As politely as I could, I scrunched my nose and shook my
head.
    “Something a bit darker, maybe?” I
suggested.
    I caught sight of a studded black outfit as she
pushed through and pulled it out. It was basically a one-piece
leotard with several revealing slits along the sides, but I liked the
silver studs. It was more my style than most of the other things I’d
seen pass by.
    “What about this one?” I asked,
holding it up to myself in the mirror.
    “Love it,” Shay the redhead said.
“What size shoes do you wear? There’s a pair of kick ass
black leather boots that would look amazing with that.”
    She got up from her seat in front of the mirror to
go dig them out of a box for me.
    “Seven, I think,” I said.
    “Perfect,” she said with a smile.
“These are eights, but just stuff some tissue down in the toe
and they should fit fine.”
    I looked around for a private place to change, but
quickly realized that this room was as private as it got.
    “We’ve seen it all before,”
Cherish said with a laugh.
    I wondered if that was her real name or not,
because it wasn’t doing much for my confidence that this wasn’t
a group of strippers.
    “Have you ever danced before? Like, in
public?” Lyla asked.
    “No. I’ve worked at a lot of clubs and
bars, but nothing like this,” I said.
    “I could kind of tell by the fact that your
face is pale as a sheet,” she said with a laugh. “It’s
not as bad as it seems. The club is dark and no one is going to mess
with you. We’re more like decoration, really.”
    “Great,” I said, trying to act happy
about being a decorative accent in a room full of blood-thirsty
vampires.
    “It’s really one of the best jobs in
the place,” Peri said. She was short with really long brown
hair braided into one long braid down her back. She looked like she
was about fifteen years old, but I knew she had to be older to be
working here. Or at least I hoped. “The pay is great and all
you have to do is have a good time.”
    “You better start getting dressed,”
Lyla said. “We have a staff meeting in half an hour before we
open.”
    I slipped my shoes off and put them under one of
the tables. I felt a bit nauseated looking down at the skimpy black
outfit, but remembered that I was supposed to be owning this like it
was my choice. Not Azure's.
    I can do this.
    I undressed as fast as I could, relieved when I
realized the others were too busy finishing up their makeup to pay
attention to me.
    I slid the black leotard on over my underwear, but
quickly realized there was no way I could wear my bra with this
thing. I unhooked it and slipped it off, feeling incredibly naked in
this stupid outfit. I had never been more grateful to have freshly
shaved legs.
    Lyla whistled as I laced up the boots. “Wow,
you look amazing,” she said. She walked over and lowered her
voice. “Are you using?”
    I gave her a sideways look. “What do you
mean? Like drugs?”
    She looked at me like I was crazy. “No,
silly. Magic. Glamours?”
    “What’s a glamour?”
    All five of them turned to look at me.
    “You’re kidding, right?” the
girl with the green shirt said. Misty, I think, was her name. Her
skin was dark and smooth and flawless, and her eyes were a deep
lavender.
    “No, I’m uh, totally new to this whole
thing.”
    “A glamour is just a spell a lot of witches
use to alter their appearance,” Misty said. “Like plastic
surgery or something, without the surgery.”
    My eyes widened. “You can do