Calista

　　His tight grip against my wrist made my eyes widen as I stared at him. What had I just done?

　　I laughed nervously. "You're joking," I said, gulping. "I'm so sorry I asked you that. Maybe I was a little drunk at the masquerade-"

　　"I saw and observed all of your moves, Calista," he interrupted, pulling me closer. I found myself staring into his darkened eyes, which had softened unexpectedly.

　　"What are you talking about?" I asked, my ...