CORALINA'S POV I slide off the edge of my seat, my bare feet clicking against the polished stone as I descend the dais. Behind me, I can feel Clyde’s golden eyes burning two literal holes into my back, his dark, possessive panic vibrating through our mate-bond with the force of a tectonic tremor. Coral, his mind roars through the tether, a warning so heavy it threatens to pull me back to his throne. Do not let him touch you. I ignore the pull, stepping into the center of the ballroom floor as the musicians resume a slow, haunting waltz. Vance smirks, stepping forward to catch my hand. His palm is smooth, uncalloused, and completely devoid of the furnace-heat that belongs to Clyde. He places his other hand on my waist, pulling me into the rhythm of the dance, his movements precise and clinical. "You play a dangerous game, Coralina," Vance whispers against my ear, his breath a foul, sweet current as we glide past the staring Northern lords. "Everest is a beast from the hills. He kn
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