Yohana's eyes widened in sheer shock at his words.
One moment he was reminding her of her status, and the next, he was casually implying that she could become his mate in the future.
And a sudden promotion from a slave to his personal assistant? Was this the twisted surprise he had been hinting at all along?
Before she could open her mouth to demand answers, the grand overhead speakers crackled to life. The host's booming voice announced the arrival of the evening's official dance.
"Please find a partner for yourself and grace this night with your beautiful dances."
Within seconds, the brilliant chandeliers overhead dimmed, plunging the expansive ballroom into a sea of soft, romantic shadows.
Yohana took a cautious step backward, thinking she could easily slip away into the dark before anyone noticed her or tried to force her onto the floor.
But she didn't even make it two steps before Iskander's grip clamped firmly around her wrist.
