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gesture he simply watched. I should have turned away, lost myself in conversation with someone safer, someone predictable. But inste
did he move like smoke here one moment, vanished the next? I told myself it didn't matter.
ven ask, and I let the bubbles steady me. Conversations hummed around me, a blur of politics, invest
in.Not just presence th
His voice came low, threaded with tha
should have been, close enough that I could catch the faint sc
on," I said, my tone shar
? Because you walk like someone preparing for battle. A
u always study stra
isible." His mouth curved, but his eye
far more dangerous. I wanted to walk away. Instead, I fou
or his words to brush against my ear, "I've spen
Every instinct screamed that I should put distance between us
nt to say his name, but it slipped out like
his eyes. Not amusement. Not superiority.
ause, "is not a question you'r
harp, angry. Heads turned, laughter cut short. I turned too, grateful for the distraction, but
breeze. Beyond them, on the terrace, I caught the shadow of him
ight and the spill of chandeliers from the ballroom. Nicholas stood near the edge, his back to me, looking out o
I was giving you a choice."A cho
nto the safety of the glittering ballroom. But something in his tone, in th
closer. "And i
o shadows and angles, sharp and dangerous. His gaze loc
ly, "we both know you've al
efore I could demand clarity, a voice called my name from inside the
e voice, but when I looked back
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