Mallory's heart skipped a beat as she was pulled back to Hadeon's side, her eyes widening in startled surprise. The room buzzed with laughter and lively conversation, yet a silent tension coiled between them, an invisible thread tethering her to him.
She stole a quick glance at the pureblooded vampire, noting how he hadn't released her hand. When she subtly attempted to pull away, his grip shifted—firm yet gentle—holding her in place, igniting an unexpected warmth that radiated across her cheeks.
To prevent people from noticing his hand around her, she moved closer to him.
"Lady Mallory, are you alright?" inquired a middle-aged woman, her voice rich with concern.
Feeling as though she were a thief caught in the act, Mallory quickly replied, "I am, Milady. Why do you ask?" She forced a bright smile, though a flutter danced in her chest, like leaves caught in an autumn wind.
