Liora’s POV
The moment Ezra guided me onto the dance floor, I felt my entire body turn warm, like someone had poured sunlight directly into my bloodstream. His hand rested lightly at my waist, his other hand holding mine with a gentleness that always surprised me. For a man known for his intimidating presence, he treated me as if I were something delicate. Something treasured.
I was not sure whether to feel flattered or panicked.
Everyone around us watched. I could feel their gazes slide across my skin like little static shocks. Elegant couples parted just enough to give Ezra and me room as if our dance had been expected. As if Ezra bringing a female companion had been an event in itself.
Ezra lowered his head toward me, his voice warm.
“You look tense again.”
“I am trying to look na
