The First Dance of the night was for the special guests.
The music shifted. The moment Cain stepped forward and turned toward the center of the hall, the orchestra obeyed instinctively. He offered Theo his hand, and she stared at it absentmindedly for a short while before she placed her gloved fingers in his palm.
The floor cleared the moment they approached, with Alphas guiding their Lunas back, their eyes sharp with the attention narrowing to the pair at the centre of the Grand Hall.
Cain drew Theo close.
His hand settled firmly at her waist, and the other lifted hers. He led the dance effortlessly, holding her fallen weight on his. Every step was precise, for this was not his first gala, and definitely not his first conquest dressed in the guise of diplomacy.
Theo's feet followed the rhythm even as her mind lagged behind. The room blurred at the edges when she looked around, and every face smeared into colour and motion.
