"Having fun, Sharon?" Dimitri rubbed his palms up and down Blanca's bare arms to warm her as he stood behind her in a flash that let the rest of Sharon's friends step back at the same speed.
All around them, the sound of laughter and snatches of conversation drifted past her out to the shimmering lights.
Blanca shivered from his touch and the small kiss on her shoulder as she sighed at how he made her feel that way. She thought how Dimitri could read her emotions like she was an open book, yet given any circumstances, she could sit at any dinner table and rule, her polish and sophistication and air of mystery guaranteeing she'd get attention. But now, devoid of makeup, with her hair in a ponytail, Blanca Vergil could slide into the shadows and disappear.
