*Varek*
Fiona smiles at him with the softest gaze. It's not the warmth she has for Dante, but watching her walk on his arm makes me grind my teeth together. I can't focus on what Lucian's sister and this man are talking about. I don't even remember who he is or if he's worth dangling her in front of. The simpering courtesans irritate me, and my attention keeps drifting back over to where Fiona, the man, and a king and queen talk. I suppose they're his parents. He leads her away from his parents towards the dance floor, and I nearly lose it. Every turn they take, the way his hand rests on her waist and her hand in his scrapes against my nerves until the wolf in me paces, snarling.
I tear my gaze away and notice the little clusters of people together, talking. Ronan is among a group of al
