Down on the dance floor, Blazar's heart pounded against her ribs as Ryuzaki spun her around like she was his precious doll.
His hands gripped her waist with a possessive eyes that made her skin crawl, yet she found herself smiling. His own smile never wavered as he showed her off to the crowd like a trophy he'd just won.
Her mind raced frantically. She needed to get him alone, away from all these watching eyes. But how?
The dance floor was packed with nobles and courtiers, all staring at them like they were watching the most thrilling performance of their lives.
The music swirled around them, but all Blazar could hear was the thundering of her own pulse. Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.
Ryuzaki suddenly broke the silence, his voice cutting through her spiraling thoughts. "What's your name?"
