The Princess's Second Life
He circled the table with smooth steps, bowing gallantly when he reached Elara’s side.
“Princess,” he said, voice pitched to carry across the room. “Will you honor me with a dance?”
Every noble’s eyes turned to them. Elara’s parents smiled expectantly. She had no choice.
She rose, forcing a pleasant mask over her features. “Of course.”
The music swelled. Kieran led her to the center of the hall, one hand clasping hers, the other settling too firmly at her waist. Elara’s wolf bristled, snarling in her mind. His touch burned—not with warmth, but with violation.