Misty POV
I don't believe there was a single pure soul present, apart from Wyatt and myself, at this extravagant ball. Everyone's aura seemed tainted, except for ours.
Lord Black, cunning and powerful, kept me on the dance floor. His movements were reminiscent of a cat toying with its prey, but I proved to be elusive, refusing to succumb to his charm.
As I observed Wyatt's departure, it felt as if he intentionally made it conspicuous, cautioning me to be wary. Lord Black, sensing my resistance, drew me closer to his body as a new song began. His gaze locked onto mine, his eyes flickering to a more intense shade of crimson, a sure sign of his attempt to compel me. Even with the protective measures we had taken, I struggled to resist completely. In a low, seductive voice, he whispered in
