Lana’s POV Jace’s hand stayed in front of me, steady and waiting. He didn’t rush me, didn’t repeat the request. He just watched, eyes locked on mine like he already knew my decision.I took a slow breath and placed my hand in his.His fingers closed around mine, firm and confident. A faint shift crossed his expression, interest, maybe approval but he didn’t comment. He guided me toward the dance floor with calm steps, ignoring every stare that followed us.The crowd parted for him instantly.Music filled the hall. Soft, rhythmic. Simple enough that anyone could follow, but intimate enough that missteps would be obvious.Jace placed one hand on my waist, the other guiding mine up. His touch was direct, controlled, warm.“Ready?” he asked quietly.I nodded once.We moved.At first, I expected awkwardness. I expected him to be stiff or overly formal, or for me to stumble after everything that had happened tonight. But he moved with precision, and I followed without thinking. Each step
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