Something in her instantly responded to the almost feral look in his eyes.
Each step brought her closer, and she held herself stiffer.
Then, he held out his hand. Andon joined him.
A lady dressed in a shimmering gold lace gown took the offered hand.
Claire stopped walking.
Her face was burning. He had not been waiting for her? Was Andon her escort?
She watched him walk away from the foot of the stairs with the lady in his arms.
Another lady, although much younger, claimed Andon's arm.
Claire touched a hand to her hair to ensure that the pin the maids had done still held. But she felt like her hair would crumble back into its natural state before the evening was over.
Holding her head up with pride she didn't feel, she sauntered down the stairs.
Terrence followed at a careful distance, joining the rest of the guards at the bottom of the stairs.
Yeren was pulling out a chair for the woman he had escorted, smiling.
Smiling?
