Stop Looking At Me Like That
Her gaze wandered briefly, catching sight of the Northern Duke. He was watching her, his cold gaze unwavering and sharp as a blade.
His scrutiny made her skin prickle, but she refused to let it show. Selena turned away, focusing instead on Alex, who stood beside her. His hand rested lightly on her waist, a protective gesture that felt oddly reassuring.
She didn't expect what came next.
"A dance, my lady?" Alex asked, his voice smooth and steady.
Selena blinked, caught off guard. He extended his hand toward her, his expression unreadable but confident. Her eyes flicked to his outstretched hand, then back to his face.
Her first instinct was to refuse.
How would a mercenary know how to dance? she wondered, her heart skipping a beat. The thought of stepping onto the dance floor with him, of all people, felt risky.