Page 157 of Midnights
She looks around the room. “Want to go out and see the gardens?”
“Yes, that would—” I stop mid-sentence as the first notes ofEnchantedslip through the room like a spell. The delicate chords fill the air, and I spin around, my heart already racing.
“Ahh! My song!”
I grab her hand, practically dragging her back toward the dance floor. “Wehaveto go dance right now!”
She hesitates, then nods. But before we move any further onto the dance floor, I feel it.
That familiar pull that always seems to find me at the most unexpected moments.
A light tap brushes my shoulder. Then I hear someone clearing their throat, pulling me back from my thoughts. “Dance with me.”
The mystery man of the hour.
“Iknewthat was you!” The grin slips out before I can stop it. Damn it, I probably sound way too excited.
Cam appears with his shit-eating grin firmly in place. He extends a hand to Rachel like he's about to steal the whole show. “My turn.”
I glance between them, unable to hide my shock. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Princess…” He offers his hand, and his gaze locks on mine.
“What?”
“Would you like to stand here asking questions,” his voice dips with quiet challenge. “Or dance to your favorite song?”
My heart stumbles, trips, then falls. The room shrinks, pulling me under.
Chapter 26
Blank Space
Kane
Everything’s running like clockwork. Mics are live. Cameras are rolling. Everyone's in position. The board is set, and the pieces are moving.
Khloe’s satisfied and has everything under control. I’ll check in as needed, but for now, it’s time to blend in.
Carrie deserves more than a raise for the intel she brought me. She pulled out all the stops. The whole fucking nine yards. I told her to make sure everything was seamless for them, and she did.
They’ve arrived, but I've been busy. Cam and the others are already scattered across the ballroom, keeping their ears to the ground while blending into the crowd.
I step through the doors, and the shift is immediate. The energy, the pulse, the weight of a hundred conversations humming under the music. The guests move with the kind of grace and confidence that only money and power can buy.
My earpiece crackles with a final check-in, confirming what I already know, everything is under control.
I catch security as he walks by. “I’m off the clock, don’t bother me unless it’s urgent.” He nods, already disappearing into the crowd. Good. I don’t need distractions.
I move with purpose, my gaze sweeping across the room until it lands on Tyler. He’s in his element, laughing, and surrounded by a cluster of women hanging onto his every word. He catches my eye and grins. He’s enjoying himself, even if he’ll never admit it.
Then I hear her laugh.
It cuts through the ballroom like a blade, sharp and impossible to ignore. Every other sound fades and my body moves before my mind can catch up.
Fuck. Me.
My chest tightens and the air around me is suddenly too thick and too hot.
