Killian stood still, looking at Vanessa. She was waiting for him to say something. Her eyes were shining, her lips curved in a proud smile. He forced his own lips to move, though his heart was heavy. “You look… beautiful, Vanessa,” he said, voice flat. It was true. She was beautiful. But to him, her beauty was dangerous, like a snake hiding poison. Vanessa smiled wider, pleased. She took his arm quickly, holding him too tight, as if he was already hers. Cameras flashed all around them. Reporters shouted, photographers pushed forward. The lights felt like lightning, blinding him as he led her to the middle of the dance floor. The music began, soft and slow. A boring old song Alfredo had chosen, the kind people pretend to enjoy. Killian placed one hand on Vanessa’s back, the other on her hand. They began to sway. From the outside, it looked sweet, like two lovers whispering secrets. But the truth was far from sweet. “Vanessa,” Killian murmured in her ear, his voice cold. “If
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