Isabella’s POV

I was locked in a deadly waltz with Sebastian Klein. I had no idea how I had ended up in this situation, but I needed to get out. The hall was lit by candlelight, gilded in shadows, and burnt reds. The chandeliers above our heads flickered erratically, in tune with the wild weaving of the instruments.

I tried to pull away, but my body wouldn’t move. Sebastian’s hand gripped mine tightly, and his other coiled around my waist like a ...