Ivy's POV

Lucien. The one who terrified me without even trying. The one who carried himself with a predator’s control, every move deliberate, measured. Tonight, that control was slipping.

His breath was hot against my skin, searing through the thin barrier of my dress. I wanted to shove him back, to put space between us, but my body refused to move. My pulse betrayed me, racing loud enough that I was sure he could hear it.

Drunk or not, he was still dangerous. Maybe even more dangerous ...