LEAH Soft classical piano music drifted through the air, mingling with the crash of the waves and the cold caress of the bay breeze. Kieran stepped back a few paces, extended his hand toward me, raised an eyebrow, and let a smile curve across his lips. "Come on, let's dance." "What?" I frowned. "The music? You hear it, right?" Of course I do, Kieran. I'm not deaf. I hear it, and something wild inside me already wants to throw myself at you like some cheap woman. But no, no—I'm not here to dance with my enemy. Kieran should've stopped the second he saw my unfriendly reaction, but he was stubborn enough to keep walking toward me, hand still outstretched. "Come on, just this once, as a reward for handing my life over to you," Kieran pleaded, his expression a complete one-eighty from the Kieran at the territorial hall earlier. "While there's no one else here," he insisted. "But I'm not good at dancing." "I'll teach you." I stood, took his hand, and his other hand cupped my hip—
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