Iris looked at the man standing two steps above her. She thought her tone and her smile had been perfectly appropriate. But Lucas was staring at her with an expression she could not begin to read. Something complicated moved through his eyes, something she could not decipher. She considered whether she should introduce herself again. She was just about to pull back her arm, which had started to ache from being held out too long, when the man's lips parted, and he said her name in a voice that was soft and slightly hoarse.
"Iris."
A strange tremor ran through her, as if her soul were a string and a pair of beautiful hands had just plucked it. The sensation froze her in place, and she did not manage to pull her hand back in time. Lucas closed his fingers around her wrist and drew her one s
