A DANGEROUS CONVERSATION
Glande's POV
For several long seconds, neither of us spoke.
The elegant woman standing before me held her glass with effortless grace, her posture straight and composed. She wore confidence as naturally as she wore the expensive black gown that shimmered beneath the ballroom lights.
Yet there was something about her smile that unsettled me.
It was warm.
Too warm.
The kind of smile that revealed nothing.
She studied me quietly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of my appearance.
"The dress suits you," she said at last.
"Thank you."
"It was chosen with great care."
A strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
How did she know that?
I forced myself to remain calm.
"You're very kind."
She smiled faintly.
"I've attended these galas for many
