The music swelled, lively and elegant, as Ethan and Alden each had one of Alex's arms slung over their shoulders, dragging him toward the dance floor like he was a prisoner being escorted to execution.
"You bastard, how dare you come with her. I will show you the dance of the devil," Ethan grinned devilishly.
Alex grumbled, squirming, heels digging into the polished floor. "This is kidnapping."
Just as they were a few steps away from the edge of the dance circle, three figures stepped into their path with perfect timing—like a boss fight had just been triggered.
Seraphina Starlight crossed her arms with a deceptively sweet smile. Beside her stood Ophelia Sinclair, calm but with eyes sharp as daggers, and Ava Green, whose expression teetered between thunderclouds and adorable frustration.
Seraphina's voice was saccharine as she raised a brow at Ethan.
"So instead of dancing with me, you'd rather drag him to the floor, huh, Mr. Hero?"
Ethan froze.
