f the room. Morgana Vane clung to his arm, her eyes darting bet

t back, angling his body to place himself slight

ed. He walked like a man who knew exactly where the la

smell the scotch on Cason's breath. Close enou

't reach his eyes. It

asp. Her heel caught-or pretended to

she cr

g straight toward Kamden's chest. It was the oldest trick in the book.

alculation in Morgana's eyes. He saw the smirk on

dn't move

arp, deliber

iron bar, not to catch her, but to

to cling to, flailed. Her

h

raceful swoon. It was a hard, awkward imp

ballroom. A ripple of shocked w

a mask of humiliation and fu

hand. He stared straight at Cason. "Your da

was cool, detached, like she was observing a

ely. He chuckled. It was a dark, low sound

er hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh.

deep, ugly red. She brushed furiously at her dress

if her proximity alone had soile

and took Hele

ic, and dripping with condescension. "Do you need

her mouth open

ed forward. "En

o vibrate. His voice... it was

exactly lik