Ivory POV
Only a total dumbass would voluntarily walk into a wolf’s den.
Especially one who’s unarmed, wearing four inch heels, and wrapped in a dress that cost more than her mother’s car.
Yeah, you guessed it. The dumbass is me.
As Daniel led me toward the center of the dance floor, the air felt thick enough to choke on.
The music shifted....a heavy, rhythmic pulse that felt less like a song and more like a heartbeat. He pulled me flush against him, one hand splayed across the bare skin of my back, sending those cursed, icy tingles racing through my nervous system.
We danced, but I wasn't watching my feet. I was too busy feeling the heat of a thousand stares. Chief among them was Stella.
She was standing near the edge of the floor, her knuckles white around a glass of champagne,
