Time passed by, and the awaited event started.
Lukas f*****g hated these things.
He growled to himself and drained his glass, well aware that his thunderous expression ensured that the other guests at the ball gave him a wide berth.
So, they should. He wasn’t in the mood for either company or the simpering, airheaded females who were throwing their selves on him all evening. And if they weren’t under foot, they were gathered in clutches, blocking the walkways around the edges of the dance floor and waiting for an unwary male to stumble into them. When they did, the groups snapped shut like some sort of communal Venus fly trap, and the guy was doomed.
As if the women weren’t enough, the males were just as bad. Already he’d been accosted three times tonight. Two had been ambitious minor
