Senna’s POV
I moved away from Viktor, crossing the ballroom floor. Verity started to settle the further away from him I got. I was halfway across the room when I felt a hand on my back.
“May I?” It was Kalev’s voice. He was standing in front of me, looking devastatingly handsome in a formal suit. His eyes shone under the lights of the ballroom. His lips tugged into a half smile as he held out his hand to me.
Our mate bond pulsed, stronger than it ever had. Verity whined happily, sensing Orrin.
The word came out before I could stop it.
“Yes,” I said, almost breathlessly.
Kalev stepped onto the floor. His posture was noticeably stiffer than Viktor’s had been. His hand settling at my back with a kind of careful hesitation.
“You don’t dance,” I said, resisting the urge to smile.
“Not w
