Amelia’s POV
I could feel through the bond that Damien was coming closer, likely stalking up behind me, ready to put a stop to this moment. I was still annoyed with him and didn’t want to have to deal with him right now. This man seemed harmless enough. What was the danger in having one dance?
“Thank you,” I told the man. “I’d like to dance.”
The man smiled, then tugged me forward, closer to the band where the music was easier to hear.
“Amelia,” Damien said. I glanced back at him just in time to see that same servant who had been holding the champagne, trip and spill the entire contents of her tray all over Damien. He was absolutely soaked in champagne, and that was the last I saw of him as the other man led me to where a few others had starting dancing.
Turning toward me, the man pul
