Kane moved like death itself had taken up residence inside his body.
Every step calculated. Every breath measured. That beautiful, fluid grace I'd fallen in love with? It had twisted into something mechanical and cold—imagine watching your favorite dancer suddenly morph into an animated corpse.
His eyes hit me hardest of all.
Kane looked like something had torn his soul right out of his chest. His deep brown eyes, that I used to get lost in, were now ice cold, completely lacking any warmth.
Giana knew exactly how to hurt me most.
She had Kane stalk toward me across the ballroom's polished marble. Each step spelled danger. Kane's lethal training, everything he'd taught me to protect myself, was now turned against me.
The ballroom felt impossibly huge around us. All those elegant deco
