Cooler air met her there, perfumed faintly with roses from a vase along the wall. Her heels clicked softly against the marble, measured and deliberate, the sound grounding her as she moved away from the ballroom.
She had reached the middle of the hall when fingers closed firmly around her wrist.
The sudden contact made her turn faster than she intended, surprise breaking through her composure before she forced it back into place. She found herself facing Miles Hart at close range.
