Chapter 78 The Conductor's Hand

• DANTE
• I lingered in the shadows on the mansion’s ground floor, my eyes tracking Marisol as she moved through the crowd. The party churned around me, a blur of opulence and excess that barely registered. My focus stayed locked on her. She was radiant tonight, her golden dress catching the light with every step, every laugh. She commanded the room without even trying.
• As she danced, my chest tightened. My breath caught. The sway of her hips, the curve of her smile, every inch of her stirred something raw and dangerous inside me. This wasn’t just attraction. It was fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of watching her slip away into someone else’s arms.