Dancing With Danger

Will you be mine? Will you let me call myself yours?”

The woman’s kind eyes hardened. “That is exactly Armand’s way. He often turns to the corrupt officials to do his bidding.” She ripped off her mask, whirled, and spat on him, stepping on his neck with the sharp heel of her bejeweled boot.

“You break her neck, I break yours.”

And she did

No one knows of our...connection. So if someone comes for your throat, I’ll simply step aside and let them have at you, and it’d be what you deserve.”

As she flounced away, one knee-weakening truth became unerringly obvious.

He was in trouble.

No.

He...was in love.