Haliya's heart raced as she found herself swaying in Ziro's arms. A shiver ran down her spine, cold fingers of nervousness clutching at her. Ziro, a towering figure, seemed to eclipse even Xavier's height. Her gaze remained resolutely forward, avoiding the magnetic pull of his eyes. Meeting his gaze felt dangerous, like stepping into a vortex from which she might never escape.
"Vampires and their entrancing eyes," she mumbled under her breath, half-amused and half-exasperated.
With every step, Ziro drew her closer, a master at the dance they were engaged in. He had orchestrated the red dress request, hoping to easily spot her amidst the crowd. Knowing her tendency to be stubborn, he had prepared for the possibility that she wouldn't comply.
As Ziro swept into the party, his eyes had onl
