_Zarelle’s POV_
“Daniel, what are you doing here?” I recognized my friend.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Daniel shrugged. “You almost broke my nose.”
“Are you here picking up another one-night stand?” I went on the attack.
“No!” Daniel rubbed his nose. “I don’t do that. Not anymore.”
“So you are just here for their chips and sour cream dips?”
“I came here with some friends.” Daniel opted for the half-truth. He had to shout to be heard above the din. “How about you?”
“I came here for work.” I picked out Constance’s slim figure making her way across the dancefloor. “I’m actually in the middle of something.”
“Work?” Daniel matched my step for step. “Come on, you are just pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
I pushed my way through the crowd of revelers. Daniel was rig
