SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
The moment we stepped into the grandiose hall, the air shifted. I tried to stop the shudder threatening to escape me, but I failed. Kirill’s palm rested on my lower back, softly but firmly guiding me through with each step. Everyone’s eyes were glued to us as we walked to the centre of the room for the dance.
“They’re watching; don’t falter; kotyonok.” He whispered, and despite myself, I nodded with a small smile tugging at my lips. I wasn’t a dancer, but I don’t think anyone would see it, because he compensated generously for me.
I wish I could say the look of admiration laced with envy from the women surrounding us was a good thing…But I knew it wasn’t. They wanted the marble tiles to split open and swallow me so they could each have a turn at Kirill. But he
