MIREYA POV
My heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
Dance with me, wife.
The word echoed in my mind, making my chest tighten. I should have refused. I should have walked away.
But I didn't.
Before I could stop myself, my hand slowly lifted and rested in his.
His fingers closed around mine immediately.
Warm. Firm.
Like he had been expecting it.
The music swelled softly around us as he led me toward the center of the hall. Conversations faded as people moved aside, making space for us.
I felt their eyes.
Watching.
Whispering.
But Jax didn't seem to care.
His other hand settled lightly against my waist, pulling me closer until there was barely any space between us.
My breath caught.
"You're tense," he murmured.
"I wonder why," I muttered.
One of his brows lifted slightly.
"You speak boldly for someone standing in the arms of the Enforcer."
"And you dance boldly for someone whose trials killed half the people here today," I replied quietly.
