Taking Pollux's hand, he guided her with gracefull steps to an empty space. A maître d' motioned for staff to take the closest table away to allow them this impromptu dance floor. Pollux didn't seem aware of the activity. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his light touch respectful. His towering height forced Dee to either stare into his chest or crane her head backwards to see his face.
He was a fantastic dancer, leading her around the space as if a seasoned pro.
As the song blended into another, Dee allowed her fears and apprehensions to fall away.
"You move like a trained killer."
His words startled her. She looked up, allowing him to catch her eye.
He laughed at the shock in her face. "This is the greatest of compliments, Desiree. My brother and I were trained for killing. Some
