As the dance continued, the atmosphere between them became charged with unspoken tension. Lucian's enigmatic demeanor, coupled with his cryptic answers, left Meirah feeling unsettled and on edge. She knew that beneath their graceful movements, a silent battle of wits was unfolding.
In the dimly lit ballroom, masked figures twirled and swayed around them, oblivious to the intricate dance of intrigue taking place beneath the surface. Meirah's resolve had solidified, and she was prepared to face whatever revelations lay ahead, no matter how unsettling they might be.
Meirah was determined to make him, his mate, and everyone pay for tormenting her. She remembered how she was treated like a rag doll, an emotional dump bin, and an easy-to-fool target.
“Never knew you could dance this well, Alp
