With his piercing gaze, Dorian raised his glass in a mocking salute, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Oh, wonderful,” Isabella muttered under her breath, glancing sideways at Dorian. “The elusive snake himself has slithered into the ballroom.”
Victoria’s jaw tightened, but she refused to let Dorian see any reaction on her face.
She gave him a long, cool stare, her steady expression revealing nothing.
After a beat, she turned back to Isabella. “Let’s go,” she said firmly.
“That’s my girl,” Isabella murmured, linking her arm through Victoria’s as they walked away, their backs to Dorian’s darkened face.
They reached the other end of the area when Isabella stopped, holding Victoria’s arm. “Look, you handled that quite well,” she said. “We aren't exactly sure why he's here or what he wants…
