Kodran’s face flushed with anger, and he glanced at Rosamund. The air around him shimmered with heat, and sweat beaded on Rosamund’s forehead.
The crowd around them began murmuring amongst themselves.
Rosamund glared at Sekari. He had deliberately tried to publicly humiliate Kodran. “I am here completely of my own free will, and when you called me on my wrist communicator, I told you that I was fine. I was not the least bit anxious. I’m not sure why you are here lying and trying to stir up trouble with Kodran, but leave me out of your schemes.”
She grabbed Kodran’s arm. “And now, if you will excuse me, myheart’s fireand I need to dance.”
They danced several times, but Kodran was stiff with fury the entire time. He refused to meet her eyes.
When they stopped dancing, he led her aside to a small alcove to the side of the ballroom.
“Why did you not tell me he called you?” he snapped the moment they were alone.
Rosamund met his gaze defiantly. “Because he asked me not to, and I had known you a few hours at that point, and the conversation wasn’t even worth repeating. He told me I needed to come back because you were dangerous. I told him I was fine. That was it.”
“You still should have told me,” Kodran insisted.
Rosamund felt a wave of misery and frustration wash over her. “You’re complaining tomeabout keeping secrets? Good night, Kodran. I am returning to my room. Please tell everyone I don’t feel well.”
And before Kodran could say anything else, she turned and ran from the alcove, wiping hot tears from her cheeks.
