Morwyn stopped at the foot of the dais and dropped into a curtsey deeper than protocol required.
"Lady of Boundaries," Morwyn said. "I offer my service and my sincere apology for my earlier... shortsightedness."
Brynn studied her over the rim of her goblet, searching for mockery or hidden resentment. Found none.
Morwyn's face held respect. Perhaps even fear.
But mercy had more power than vengeance.
"Your acknowledgment honors me, Lady Morwyn," Brynn said, letting her voice carry authority. "Your service to the Forsaken court is valued."
Relief flickered across Morwyn's features. She bowed again and retreated.
Brynn caught several other courtiers exchanging glances.
Through the bond, she felt Dante's approval.Well played.
I learned from the best.
Flattery will get you whatever you want.
Warmth pooled low in her stomach.Impatient?
You have no idea.
Music began to flow through the chamber. The melody was slower than typical court fare, richer, with a rhythm that pulled at something low in her belly.
Dante stood, extending his hand. The look in his eyes made her pulse skip.
"Dance with me."
She placed her hand in his. "Always."
His smile was pure satisfaction and promise as he led her down from the dais.
The assembly parted, forming a perfect circle. Other couples waited at the edges, but no one would move until the Lord and Lady of the Forsaken took the floor first.
Dante drew her against him, one hand at her waist, the other holding hers. His grip was possessive, holding her close enough that she could feel every line of his body through their clothes.
They began to move, and their shadows erupted around them.
White and black twisted together, silver threads catching the light.
"Everyone's watching," she murmured as he spun her.
"Let them." His hand at her waist tightened, eliminating the space between them. "Let them all see who you belong to."
"And who do you belong to?" she challenged.
"You." The word came out rough, edged with possession. "Always you. Forever you."
He dipped her low, their darkness creating a canopy above them. For a moment, suspended in his arms with his eyes burning into hers, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
He brought her back up, spinning her so her back pressed against his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. His breath was hot against her ear.
"How much longer do we have to stay?"
"The whole night," she said, breathless. "Naia said?—"
