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"You came," Raynor said after he reached me.
"I promised I'd try," I pointed out. "Though if you recognised me from across the room, my disguise isn't very good." I glanced at the floor, concern over the Duchess spotting me twisting in my gut.
"Not at all," he countered. "If this were a masquerade you wouldn't be hidden better."
"That's just flattery."
"I promise, it's not," he assured me. "I'd have known you anywhere, Tanwyn."
"Hmm." I raised an eyebrow at him. He could promise all he wanted, but that didn't mean anything.
My gaze shifted from Raynor to the couples spinning and moving in time with the music.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
"I don't know how," I admitted, staring wistfully at the dancers.
"I can teach you as we go," he promised, then leaned in so his lips
