*Liam*
As she-wolf after she-wolf vies for my attention, I don't understand why my gaze keeps wandering back to Miss Moondancer, darting around the room searching for her if she has moved away from where she last was.
Gentlemen approach her, but it's obvious by their bored mien that it's only politeness or perhaps an interest in her dowry that prompts their hovering. It's equally obvious that she isn't flattered by their attentions. No sparks ignite, no heated glances are exchanged. I can't explain my sudden interest in her. If she's been dining with the Luna of Silverpine, then she can't be Lady V. On the other hand, how late had the dinner run?
She blushed when I spoke of the beauty of the human body, invited her to see what was forbidden in polite society. I thought then that she kn
