"Cassian."
"Hmm?"
"Your hand is supposed to stay on my waist."
"Sorry."
"No, you're not."
"So what if I'm not," he murmured in her ear, causing her blood to rumble.
Grinning at the look that flashed in her eyes, he began waltzing her around the ballroom, getting oohs and ahhs at how lovely and naive they looked together.
If only they knew.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
