The entire hall remained silent for two long seconds. Darcy's hand was already in Asher's. Only when he led her toward the center of the dance floor did she fully realize what that single choice meant. After tonight, Darcy Clark would no longer be just the risk lead who had suddenly risen to Kingston's top floor. Anyone watching her, investigating her, or trying to trace the eight years she'd buried would know exactly where she stood now.
Every survival instinct she'd honed over those eight years warned her that visibility came with a price. But she didn't pull back. If the storm was already coming for her, she would rather stand at its center than keep running from the edges.
Asher's hand settled firmly at her lower back as they stepped onto the dance floor, heat seeping through the thi
