Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Mattheo.
His mask gleamed in the candlelight, casting shadows across his face, but his eyes—the dark, intense eyes behind the mask—were locked on hers.
“Why do you not dance?” His voice was quiet, deep, and yet there was an edge to it.
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