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*Anaïs* I glance at Griff, the corners of his mouth turned up in a playful grin. Despite the tension in the room, I can’t help but smile back at him. Mathis hesitates, but then nods, understanding and perhaps a little relieved that the situation has diffused somewhat. “Alright,” Mathis agrees, his tone cautious but amicable. “Enjoy your dance, Anaïs.” As Griff leads me back to the ballroom, the masquerade party is still in full swing. I can’t help but feel as if I’m being swept away in a dream, this time a positive one. The music swells, and we join the other dancers as they twirl and glide across the floor. His touch sends warm tingles through me, his scent engulfs me, and his hazel eyes mesmerize me, making it impossible to look away. The waltz is both magical and surreal, and I fin
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