Kristen
The silence in the ballroom was absolute, save for the hum of the projector and the frantic, shallow breathing coming from Kevin. He stood there, swaying slightly on his feet, looking like a man who had brought a knife to a nuclear standoff and hadn't realized it yet.
"Go ahead, Kevin," I said, my voice steady, surprising even myself. "The floor is yours. You’ve always loved being the center of attention."
I felt Ezra shift beside me. He didn't lunge. He didn't growl. He simply stepped forward, moving with a predatory elegance that made the air in the room feel heavy. He made Kevin look so insignificant; he stood taller, the light of the chandeliers catching the golden hue of his eyes.
Kevin laughed, a high, reedy sound. He pulled a folder from his jacket and waved it at the jo
