Damien gripped Vienna's hand as he led her back to the floor. "One more dance, my lady, then if it is all right with you, we will take our leave."
"Of course." Vienna looked at him as he clasped her hand and they began to dance. "What was that all about? What is an inter..."
"Shh, there now. I will explain later. This is not the time or place," Damien said.
She nodded then tried to enjoy the rest of the dance. Happy pairs of guards and blood slaves twirled around them. She saw one couple kissing on the dance floor, but she could not recognize the girl. She glanced at the council members, who were still standing against the wall. Queen Anne was right, they were enraged. They were watching the couples dancing with mixed emotions of both, fear as well as disgust reflecting on their faces.
