LYRA

Riven led me into the dance before I could refuse, his hand settling on my waist with a familiarity that brought back memories I wasn't prepared for. We began to move through the waltz, his steps perfectly timed and we hadn't danced before, so it seemed he had intently studied how I had danced with his brother.

The silence between us was tense and uncomfortable, both of us aware of every eye watching to see if the omega would embarrass herself dancing with the younger prince. But we moved ...