Elias's POV
What is wrong with me?
The thought slammed into me like a punch to the gut the moment I realized what I'd done, stepping out of the crowd, my body moving before my brain could catch up, hand outstretched like some stupid idiot desperate for her attention.
When I saw her across the ballroom, I hadn't even thought.
I'd just… moved. One second she was standing there in that black gown that clung to her in all the right places, and the next I was in front of her, waiting, wordless.
And she'd taken it.
She had taken my hand.
The spark hit instantly, a jolt that shot through my palm, up my arm, fire licking through my veins. For one terrifying, exhilarating heartbeat, I swore she felt it too.
Then she asked who I was, her voice soft but demanding, and I couldn't answer. How could I?
I wasn't even supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to want this. I wasn't supposed to want her.
