Ariana’s POV
“Of course,” the guy said immediately, smiling as he took my hand.
His name was Rhys.
And unlike the last five minutes of my life, he was easy to be around.
Easy to talk to.
Easy to laugh with.
He wasn’t overly touchy or arrogant, just confident enough to keep the conversation flowing while we moved slowly with the music.
“So,” he said after spinning me gently once, “you always look this good at random parties?”
I laughed softly. “You use that line on everybody?”
“Only the dangerous-looking ones.”
“Dangerous?”
“Mhm.” His hands settled lightly at my waist again. “You look like the type to ruin someone’s life politely.”
A real laugh escaped me that time.
Across the room, I felt it before I saw it.
Kian.
Watching.
I didn’t need to look directly at him to know his
