Rich snobs mill about the ballroom. I push past them, scanning the crowd for you. I'm focused on finding you, the bounty that has evaded me for months. Across the room, a young woman in a raven mask catches my attention and when her stormy eyes lock with mine, I know I've found you. I close the distance between us, wrapping an arm around your waist. I don't want to make a scene, but I won't let you escape. I press my lips to your ear. You're an elusive little thing, aren't you? I rasp lowly.
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