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Saxon
I stand near the edge of the dance floor, waiting for Ryen. My eyes sweep the room the whole time, hoping to spot Kerina. Ryen finally makes his way over to me.
‘Are you right, twinkle-toes? We’ve got more important things than dancing to worry about.’
‘Are you saying I should have refused the Governess a dance? That wouldn’t have been suspicious at all. Nobody says no to the Governess.’
‘I’m aware of that.’
‘What are you doing here, Saxon?’
‘The Governess knows exactly what Kerina looks like.’
Ryen’s face pales. ‘We need to check the private rooms.’ He struggles to keep his emotions in check. ‘It’s the only place they could be.’
‘Let’s go.’
Ryen grabs my wrist. ‘It’s not that simple. The Primo Dictor’s personal Agent will be close, especially if he does his job right. H
