25Lena sucked in a breath. Panic shuddered down her spine.
He can’t know, she assured herself, though her body was reeling. He can’t know. But if she lost her composure, she might give herself away.
A soft hand cupped her shoulder and she jumped.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.” Soren’s flushed faced greeted hers, and she could have collapsed with relief. He dipped a welcoming nod to Jace and Lord Jarl, then returned his warm attention to Lena. “Would you care to dance?”
“I’m quite terrible at it,” Lena admitted softly. Soren’s smile was kind as he leaned forward to whisper into her ear.
“I am too. But I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”
“She doesn’t want to dance,” Jace burst, stomping forward. Soren straightened and arced a brow at Lena, confused.
“I apologize, Mr. Wyatt,” he began. “
