The cluster of conversation on the far side of the ballroom fractured the moment Thorne Blackwood’s eyes locked with Heath’s. Every head turned. The string quartet faltered for half a beat before recovering, but the notes sounded thinner now, strained against the weight in the air. Conversations died mid-sentence. Guards in dark suits shifted their weight, hands drifting closer to their sides.Heath stopped. Thorne turned. They began walking toward each other through the parting crowd slowly, boots clicking against marble, each footfall a separate countdown. The space between them shrank inch by inch, and with each inch, my throat tightened. Heat radiated off the bodies pressing away from them. I swallowed.Thorne Blackwood moved with controlled power. He was Hispanic. His dark eyes held no warmth, only calculation. On his arm clung a woman who looked like she could draw blood with a smile. She had a thin figure, elegant, with sleek black hair pinned high and crimson lips curved in pe
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