Tormented, he beseeched: "Regina, baby ... stay."
Hearing his plea, she was tempted to give in, but she was already having a hard time maintaining her composure, she felt her nerves were about to break down. She shook her head bitterly. "No, it’s better not."
She pulled her arm away from him, but he held on firmly. "Let's go outside, we need to talk."
He encircled her shoulders with his other arm and guided her off the dance floor.
Regina didn't really want to, but all in all, talking was a good idea, so she let herself be led, while Quarin waved to the guests left and right and replied, "I beg your pardon, I'll meet you later," to those who wanted to stop him.
They came to a small terrace, near the party room. They weren't alone, a couple was kissing, taking advantage of the dim ligh
