The night before, you had promised Luc a dance. It seemed he had come to claim what you owed him. He grinned as he approached you. "I believe you owe me a dance," he reminded you as he held out his hand.

You were about to reach for it when you felt another presence behind you.

"Not tonight, vampire boy."

You stiffened at the sound of Jacks' voice as he stepped into view, looking like an angel of death with the swords still strapped to his back.

"This dance is taken."

Luc's brows furrowed in annoyance. "Yes, by me."

Jacks merely laughed. The sound was very much musical and at odds with the voice you heard in your head.

I'll give you a choice. Dance with me, or watch me use one of my swords to chop off his head.'

You rolled your eyes as you gave Luc an apologetic look before taking Jacks' hand instead.

"Don't test me tonight, Little Fox," his hand flexed as to grab a sword. But then he possessively wrapped it around ypur waist instead.