The party in the ballroom continued, Maya eyes were stilled focused on Leo. She did not notice Amelia who had been getting tensed beside her.

“Stop the music!” Amelia’s voice trembled at first, then steadied like a string pulled tight.

“Amelia?” the host called from the stage, his smile frozen. “Is everything—?”

“No,” she said. “Not everything. Not anymore.”

“Who is she?” someone in the crowd whispered.

“She’s mine,” Maya said, stepping forward so the hush ...