Evander
My eyes twitched. Mirellie knew exactly what she was doing. The innocent expression on her face was an act. A terrible act, considering I could practically see the satisfaction sparkling in her eyes.
“What do you mean?” she repeated.
I tightened my jaw. “You’ve suddenly forgotten how dancing works?”
Mirellie’s smile widened. A fake smile. The same smile she had been using on me since I dragged her back onto the dance floor.
“I thought I was doing quite well,” she replied sweetly.
“No.”
She blinked. “No?”
“No.” I repeated through gritted death’s. Gods, this woman made me so mad.
Her smile twitched. “Very descriptive.”
My grip on her waist tightened slightly. “You’re dancing like a corpse.”
The smile on her face immediately disappeared. “Excuse me?”
“A corpse.”
Her eyes
