Bewildered, I look up into Professor Sebastian’s face. He’s the man I snatched and kissed in the dark. My gaze lands on his mouth—his soft, plump mouth that touched mine as his fingers fondled the back of my head and lower back. It’s not just in my head. It’s real.
But how did he end up right next to me at that precise moment?
Stop it, Anya! How could you have known it was him?
He’s changed the suit and no longer wears the gold mask.
“Really?” Kristoff’s scowl transforms into a beam. “Why didn’t you say so?”
God, he shouldn’t be smiling right now.
“The professor’s right. I didn’t recognize him,” I clarify, my voice sounding like a sigh.
“Actually, I’d like to ask Ms. Scott to a dance,” the professor says.
No! “What?”
“Ms. Scott. May I?” He extends his hand to me.
“Go on,” Kristof
