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CHAPTER FORTY: OUR TANGO

His strong hand immediately clasped around mine and I felt the raw, electrifying power thrumming from his soul.

It was exhilarating. Intoxicating. Making me want to share in his obscene amount of power. He smiled a twisted smile at me, almost like he could hear my thoughts and I swallowed and tried to school myself into cool nonchalance.

He pulled me to his side, "not with me. You don't have to pretend with me."

"I'm not pretending," I lied, swallowing a nervous lump.

His knowing look told me that I was full of shit.

I frowned, glowering at him and he only laughed and grinned contently to himself, leading us to the middle of the dancefloor.

My breath stuttered out of my throat and I noticed everyone had stopped what they were doing and were now staring at us, collectively holding their breath. Even the music stopped for a second, and started again, taking on a darker, more rapid and chaotic edge.

The entire room seemed to have been swallowed by darkness, with a single spotlight shinin
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