"What do you want to do?" Emily kept her voice down; she had not had a crush on a man since she had met Dyson on the night of the wedding ceremony. He always struck her as sinister and cunning, and made it impossible for her to trust him.
He was dressed to-night like a courteous gentleman in a white suit, with gold buttons as dazzling as his hair. Perhaps his appearance would have charmed the idiot ladies, but Emily knew that he was a man of the world.
"Relax, I just wanted to dance with you." Dyson was holding Emily by the waist, a movement that seemed graceful, but betrayed a desire for possession.
At this moment Klaus and his temporary partner passed, and when Klaus saw Dyson dancing with Emily, he gave Dyson an instant cold look. That stare was enough to startle anyone, but to Dyson it seemed like a reward.
Dyson glanced at Klaus, who, instead of being offended, smiled complacently.
