HUNDRED AND SIX

“Are you ready?” Anders asked Veil as the Limousine halted outside the banquet hall. The ghosts of soft conversations from people going into the hall traveled over to them softly, but Anders didn’t pay attention to all of that.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Veil throughout the ride, no matter how hard he tried. She was breathtaking, he had to admit. The dress clung to her body like a second skin, and her sweet smell serenaded him, making him feel drowsy, like he had just had too much alcohol.

His d*** pulsed in his pants as his eyes met her cleavage at the top of the dress, but more than that, he felt the strong need to protect her tonight. He knew how it was going to get in there, with everyone trying to show they were better than one another.

Anders regarded her softly, his lashes almost touching the bottom of his eyes.

“I don’t know,” she sighed, smoothing out invisible creases on her dress. Her pulse raced, and her heart thudded against her chest. She tried to take in deep breaths