CHAPTER 348 PUZZLE

Korbyn kept his hold on Fawn firm and tight as the music played. The rhythmic shuffle of feet on the polished floor echoed in the vast ballroom. But for him, everything and everyone else faded; it was only him and Fawn in the room, hand in hand, with bodies pressed against each other. He watched her, waiting for a reaction, a response to his words from earlier: ‘I’ll do more than just make you bleed,’ but there was nothing from her. Focusing instead on guiding her movements, her body stiff in his, her steps hesitant, as if every part of her wanted to pull away from him. Yet Korbyn had no intention of letting her off the hook so easily. She had been opening up to him, saying something before Raya interrupted them, and now, when he asked for her to continue, she wanted to shut him out. "Fawn," the name rolled off smoothly on his tongue, his voice low and measured "I get it, yesterday—" "You don't get anything," she interrupted, her voice controlled, though the slight tremor in it g