DANTE

I pull Aria close, one hand at her waist, the other holding hers. To anyone watching, we look like a couple enjoying a romantic dance.

In reality, I'm using the movement to scan the room, take notice of every exit, every potential threat, and every person who might be Torres in disguise.

"This is insane," Aria murmurs against my shoulder. "We're dancing while an assassin watches."

"We're showing him you're not afraid. That's important." I spin her gently, ...