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Turon takes my hand once more, taking confident strides onto the dance floor as I follow behind. It’s easy to see my acceptance of his proposal has fueled his ego, apparent from his exaggerated mannerisms.
We walk to the center, surrounded by other couples already immersed in the music. He spins around and bows to me once more as the live band transitions into another piece of music, this one slower in pace.
He rests a hand on my lower back as we step closer. We then start slowly stepping to the music, getting a feel for the instrumental for a few moments to match our movements to it.
We spin around, allowing me to get a closer look at the entrance to the ballroom. There I spot Denve leaning against a wall, holding a glass of mogabii in one hand with his arms crossed. Displayed on his face is a scowl.
It’s working. Better take this up a notch.
I pull Turon’s hand closer so that I’m deeper in his grip. Though he remains composed, I can see I’ve got him going because of the throbbing vein on the side of his neck.
“So,” he begins, clearing his throat. “What brings a beautiful human like you to a fine occasion such as this?” he asks.
“I’m a distant relative to King Ishiraya through marriage. I’m mated with one of his cousins, you see.”
“Ah, a human mate.”
“Indeed. You know how fashionable they are these days.”
“Especially in this city.”
As we talk, I glance over at Denve every chance I get without making it too obvious. Every time I lay my eyes on him, the frown on his face grows to the point where others look at him strangely. I’m in the middle of figuring out what to do next when I feel Turon’s hands grasp my ass.
“Turon,” I say with a firm tone. “This is a dance between two party guests. Nothing more than that.”
“Hmm.” He chuckles. “I like it when a woman is resistant.”
As if deaf to what I just said, his hands slide down my back. Without making a scene, I grab his wrists and move them back up.
“Let’s keep this civil.”
“Quit teasing me already.”
“I said no!” I snap, restraining my volume.
“Where is your owner?” he asks. “Surely he’d be here with you to keep you on a leash.”
“I don’t have an owner. I thought I made that –”
Turon throws a finger to my lips.
“Hush, now. All good rulers of humans know of the value of sharing their property.”
I fight back every urge to snap, resisting the appeal to snap this elf’s neck in front of everyone. Turon closes his eyes and moves in for a kiss, but before I can react, a hand reaches out and grabs him by the hair.
The pervert’s eyes widen in pain and dart to the owner of the hand just as I turn to see who has come to my aid. I hide the smile on my face when I see Denve.
He grabs Turon’s arm and twists his wrist, grabbing the attention of a few guests nearby. Some of them turn, seemingly eager to get a show with their drinks and dinner.
“Get out of here,” snarls Denve as he pushes Turon away.
I wish I had the satisfaction of saving myself but realize it’s a good thing that Denve came to help. My plan is working, and I didn’t have to blow my cover. Denve pulls the lapels of his waistcoat closer as he turns to me.
“Some people, eh?” He chuckles and offers his hand. “May I have the chance to make this better for you?”
I slightly tilt my head at him, narrowing my eyes as I subtly bite my lip. His eyes quickly glance at my mouth and then back to my eyes.
That got his attention.
