CHAPTER 6-A DANCE WITH FIRE.
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CHAPTER 6: A DANCE WITH FIRE
Kara had never felt so suffocated in her life.
The ballroom was packed with the city’s wealthiest, their polished laughter and hushed whispers blending with the sound of clinking glasses. Chandeliers sparkled above them, casting a golden glow over the extravagant scene.
And in the middle of it all, Elena was testing her patience.
She hadn’t let go of Kara’s hand since they arrived, fingers lightly curled around hers, the touch both possessive and playful. Every time Kara tried to pull away, Elena would tighten her grip, her teasing smirk daring Kara to react.
“Relax,” Elena murmured, her breath warm against Kara’s ear. “You look like you’re about to bolt.”
Kara forced a tight smile. “I prefer crowded rooms where I’m holding a tray, not playing with someone’s rich boyfriend.”
Elena chuckled, squeezing Kara’s hand before turning her attention to the small group they had joined—other heirs and heiresses, all dressed in tailored suits and designer gowns.
“Who’s your charming friend, Elena?” a man in a navy-blue tuxedo asked, his gaze scanning Kara with mild curiosity.
“This is Kai,” Elena answered smoothly, not missing a beat. “My boyfriend.”
A few eyebrows were raised. One woman, draped in emerald silk, looked Kara up and down with mild interest. “Handsome,” she commented. “Where did you find him?”
Kara stiffened. Like she was a damn accessory.
Elena smirked, as if sensing her annoyance. “We met under… unexpected circumstances,” she said vaguely. “But I’d say fate worked in my favor.”
Kara barely held back an eyelroll.
The group continued their small talk, and Kara played along, nodding and offering short, careful answers. She could feel Elena’s mother’s gaze lingering from across the room, undoubtedly watching her every move.
Kara swallowed hard. This was dangerous.
And then it got worse.
A song started playing, and the crowd shifted toward the dance floor.
Elena turned to Kara, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Time for the first test, darling.”
Kara tensed. Oh no.
“Elena,” she hissed under her breath. “I don’t dance.”
Elena only laughed, grabbing Kara’s wrist and pulling her toward the floor. “You do now.”
The second they stepped onto the polished wood, Kara’s heartbeat went haywire.
Elena placed one hand on Kara’s shoulder, the other still linked with hers. “Relax,” she whispered, her tone softer this time. “Just follow my lead.”
Kara swallowed. Easier said than done.
The music flowed around them, slow and deliberate, and Kara found herself falling into the rhythm despite herself. Elena’s body was close, too close, and with every step, every subtle shift, Kara could feel the warmth of her against her own.
It was infuriating—how natural it felt.
Elena tilted her head, watching Kara closely. “You’re stiff.”
“No kidding.”
Elena smirked. “Let go a little.”
Kara hesitated.
Then Elena moved suddenly, closing the gap between them as she leaned in, her lips dangerously close to Kara’s ear.
“If you keep looking like you want to escape,” she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement, “everyone’s going to know this isn’t real.”
Kara sucked in a sharp breath.
Too close.
Too warm.
Too… tempting.
Elena pulled back just enough to meet Kara’s eyes, her gaze locked with hers. A silent challenge.
Kara didn’t back down.
Instead, she let out a slow breath—and finally relaxed.
The dance shifted, becoming smoother, their movements effortless as Kara let herself fall into the act. She could see Elena’s eyes flicker with approval, the teasing edge softening for the first time that night.
Maybe this wasn’t as impossible as she thought.
But then, just as Kara was starting to settle into the role—
Elena leaned in again.
This time, she didn’t whisper.
She tilted her head, brushing the tip of her nose lightly against Kara’s cheek before stopping just shy of her lips.
The world around them seemed to blur.
Kara’s grip on Elena’s waist tightened instinctively, her heart hammering against her ribs.
“Elena,” she murmured in warning.
Elena smiled—slowly, knowing. Wicked.
Then, just as quickly as she had closed the distance, she pulled away completely, leaving Kara breathless and slightly unsteady.
The music ended.
And Elena smirked.
“Now that,” she said, stepping back, “wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Kara didn’t respond.
She couldn’t.
Because for the first time since this crazy game started. She wasn’t sure if she was only pretending anymore.
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