"You're surprisingly light on your feet," Dimitri muttered as he spun Ksenia under the chandelier's soft golden glow."And you're surprisingly good at pretending to be charmed," Ksenia replied, her lips holding a careful smile, her eyes flicking subtly to the side."Is that so?" he replied, tilting his head slightly as they glided across the ballroom floor.Every movement, every word, felt choreographed. The orchestral music drowned out most whispers, but Dimitri's mind was focused. Her fingers were warm against his, but her pulse…he could feel it…was erratic. Nervous.Across the ballroom, Zarina danced close to Quinn, her laughter just a notch too high, a hand resting against his chest. But her eyes..those always calculating eyes…met Dimitri’s over Quinn’s shoulder.Klaw stood against a column nearby, arms folded, scanning the room with the calm of a predator.As the dance ended, Ksenia held Dimitri's hand for a second longer. "Would you like a drink?"Dimitri gave her a flat look. "