_ Zarelle’s POV_
I looked at Arlan, then at Calden.
I was tempted to say no. Every fiber of my being wanted to refuse and walk away.
But if I turned down Arlan’s suggestion, I would offend my new business partner. That could ruin everything I’d worked for.
I glanced at Cyric, who nodded at me. His expression was calm, but I could see the concern in his eyes.
It was too late to back out of the dance now, especially when everyone was watching.
Taking a deep breath, I pasted a polite smile on my face.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
“Liar,” Mirelle said flatly. “This is anything but a pleasure.”
“Relax.”
Arlan, smiling like he’d just won a prize, left the podium.
Calden took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He looked much calmer than I felt. My heart was pound
