“You might try – just for tonight?” she replied.
The music came to an end and they stood for a moment looking at each other.
She hated him, Aria thought, but it was hard to go on hating anyone when the ballroom was bathed in a soft seductive light, there was the scent of the great bowls of fragrant roses arranged along every wall. The music was soft and romantic and through the open windows there was a glimpse of a moonlit garden with the stars hanging pendant in the sable sky.
“It’s my dance now, Dart. You can’t be so selfish as to keep her any longer.”
It was Lord Buckleigh who spoke and he whirled Aria away in his arms before Dart Huron could reply. They danced round the room once and before she realised what was happening he had taken her by the hand and drawn her through one of th
