"I think Minister Devereux has been waiting for precisely three dances to approach you," Theo murmured against my temple, nodding subtly toward a tall, silver-haired Lycan watching us from the edge of the dance floor. "He's been checking his pocket watch."
I laughed despite myself. "Has he really?"
"Mm. The ministers not currently occupying cells have developed a sudden, passionate interest in dance. I count at least seven eyeing you like you're the last piece of cake at a birthday party."
As if on cue, the music shifted to a new melody, and Theo stepped back, offering me a formal bow that was undercut by the mischievous glint in his eye. "I believe I'm about to be overthrown by my own council. Try not to replace me while I'm gone."
Before I could protest, Minister Devereux appeared at
