Abby “May I have this dance?” Damon’s striking green eyes flash handsomely at me from behind his long lashes. I hate to admit it, but he does look good tonight in his elegant tuxedo, with his long hair swept back into a neat bun. A few wispy pieces of hair frame his square jaw. Maybe, if circu
When the lights come on, I’m met with a sight to behold; an entire gallery full of expensive artwork and sculptures. There must be millions of dollars worth of artwork in this room alone. “Wow,” I breathe, turning slowly as I look around. “Damon, this is…” “A small collection, really,” Damon say
Abby As Damon and I step back out into the bustling party, the sound of music overwhelms me once more. That, and the feeling of Karl somewhere close by. But I know it’s all in my head. If Karl was here, he would have called me. And yet, I haven’t heard from him since he left me that initial voic
“Karl.” His name comes out like a breath on my tongue. When I see those soft brown eyes gazing at me, it’s as if everyone else suddenly stands still, as if the music goes silent and there’s nothing but us twirling in slow motion beneath a single light. “Abby,” Karl whispers as we spin together.
Abby “Is there a problem here?” Damon’s voice is powerful and firm despite the sound of the party whirling around us. His grip tightens around my shoulders, pulling me in closer against his warm body. I stumble a bit in my heels and feel my body press against him in a way that makes me shiver.
In fact, I think I didn’t speak because I was a coward. That was it. And now I need to get away. Damon hands me his pocket square instead of slipping it back into his pocket and rubs my shoulder gently. “Perhaps a little work might do you some good,” he says gently. “But please, if you need to r
Karl “And stay out!” The guard shoves me away with so much force that I nearly pitch forward onto my knees on the front lawn. All around us, curious guests watch and whisper in hushed tones. I turn, dusting myself off, and bow theatrically to the crowd. “Enjoy the show, everyone,” I chide them
Abby “Ahh… My feet are so sore,” Daisy whines as we enter our private chambers. She wanders over to one of the large, plush couches and flops down with a satisfied sigh. “Your feet hurt, but your heart is soaring, isn’t it?” Anton teases. “What a successful party, eh?” I almost laugh out loud