![]() She turned and gave him a quizzical look.ĭon’t look so hunted. His hand tightened deliberately about his cousin’s arm. When last he’d been in polite society, he’d been its most ardent participant. Everything was normal.Įverything, that was, except him. The figures at the foot of the stair coalesced into whirling pairs of dancers, not sharp crags. Still, standing at the top of the stairs he felt a touch of vertigo-as if the wide steps leading down to the dance floor were instead a steep slope, and the swirling pastels of evening gowns the rocks that waited below. This one was just a moderately sized hall on the Arlestons’ country estate-a dance at a house party, not a great London crush. ![]() IT HAD BEEN TEN YEARS SINCE EVAN CARLTON, Earl of Westfeld, last entered a ballroom. ![]()
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