Liora’s POV
My smirk faded the moment my father said those words.
“Liora Belrose… Perhaps you would like to dance with young Callum.”
“What?” I hissed through the mindlink. “I’m not—”
“Humor me, Liora. It’s the least you can do if you really want to stay here. Besides, you’ve had nearly two decades of dance lessons; this is your chance to prove that you were once Callum’s match.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not his match anymore.”
“It doesn’t matter,” my father replied with a mental chortle. “Once you reveal your identity, moments like this will add up to improve your reputation.”
I grit my teeth together and glared at him, willing him to back down. But my stubbornness came from my father, after all; one of us would have to give up, and it definitely wouldn’t be him.
