The music abruptly ceased, leaving a tense silence in the ballroom.
Exeter, as though oblivious to the fear on everyone's faces, kept smiling. "What's wrong? Did I speak too plainly?"
He was a man impossible to read.
Had he really not noticed the seething resentment in Alyssa's eyes, dark and unmistakable?
I sighed inwardly. 'These aristocrats and their moods—unpredictable as summer storms.'
Thomas glanced at me, his concern clear.
He looked as if he might intervene to stop this talk of curses, but I shook my head with a soft smile.
The curse, after all, was just a label forced upon me—nothing to be afraid of.
The real danger wasn't in any curse but in the hearts of people.
Everyone here wasn't scared of the curse. They feared power.
And I was supposed to be the one who held it.
