Page 49 of Cursed
“Everything’s fine, Precious.” With one last glance to the crowd, I inhaled deeply then rubbed a thumb along her jawline. “You look lovely.”
“What? A compliment from someone who’s supposed to be so evil?” Widening her eyes, she gave a teasing smile.
My stomach flipped and pleasure shot through my blood. “Even darkness can appreciate the light.”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, as if trying to determine the sincerity in my statement. She let out a chuckle. “Spoken like a true villain.” The dimple again formed in her cheek, and her gaze sparkled. “You look very dastardly. Is that a sufficient compliment for a demon?”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Does she remember our first meeting?
No. The masquerade and costume.Focus, idiot.
I let out a dry laugh and sent her out with a twirl, enjoying the way the hem of her dress flared with the movement.
With her back in my arms, I put my lips to her ear. “Wickedly handsome works, too.”
She tossed her head backward and tittered, her long, slender throat exposed and tempting.
I let my gaze travel downward while we swayed to the music.
The pendant, with its infinity pattern and ridiculous cross, glinted from an overhead light, reminding me of my true purpose for being here. Not to dance with this sweet angel but to cement my way to Heaven...and retribution.
Chapter 18
Phoebe
That icy, metallicgaze of his, made lighter by the dark mask, felt heavy as it lingered on my dress. He moved with sure steps, a skater gliding over a smooth surface.
The song coming through the speakers changed to “Bad Romance” by Lord of the Lost, and his attention wandered to my face. With the new beat, the atmosphere seemed to sizzle, and I nodded my head to the bass, shook out my arms, and put a few inches between our bodies.
Cain inspected the undulating crowd, and I let my own attention follow his stare.
Some couples ground against one another, and others showed off their moves.
“I-I’m not familiar with these new dances.” His tone, already a deep baritone, seemed unsure.
“You just move your body; there’s no secret formula. At least, that’s what I’ve been doing because I’ve never been a great dancer, or so Tara says.” I glanced around for my best friend, realizing I’d left her without a dance partner.Some bestie I am.
