Chapter 145Viona's POV

I stumbled into the dance floor , warmth and bass swallowing me whole. I ordered something sharp and amber, let it burn down my throat, and laughed at nothing. Maybe at everything.

That's when I felt it-eyes on me.

He leaned against the far wall, his gaze steady as if he'd been waiting. I should have looked away. Instead, I tilted my glass in a mock salute. He smiled-slow, knowing-and it made my skin tighten with recognition I couldn't place.

When he crossed the ...