MINA
“Mr. Knight,” I said quickly, stepping back, or at least, trying to.
His hand remained lightly around my arm, serving as a gentle anchor in the chaos of spinning bodies and stomping feet.
I frowned. “I should move. You don’t need to—”
His grip softened but didn’t drop. “The ground’s slippery because of the spilled drinks,” he said mildly. “Someone might bump into you again, and you might fall.”
Around us, the dance continued. No one paid us any attention. Not even Calista’s friends—they were too busy shrieking over who got paired with.
For a moment, it was as though the noise faded and only his presence remained. I cleared my throat and reminded myself of reality. I was talking to the new leader of Montrose. I might as well take this opportunity to voice out my honest though
