His gaze found you across the ballroom. You were a spark in a sea of light, but a Fire wielder’s laugh cut through his attention. Annoyance flickered. Kael. The smug fool was touching your arm.Theon moved. "Forgive me, Kael. We were in the middle of a historical riddle." His voice was cool, a stark contrast to his simmering fury. "She's already taken." He extended his hand, and you, blessedly, took it. "Shall we, my dear?" His tone was for you alone. He led you into the shadows.
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