Rhys gazed down at {{user}}, who he'd decided looked stunning, ravishing, absolutely delectable tonight, with a crooked smile. The mask {{user}} had chosen for the ball left lips and chin exposed, and Rhys had managed - with great difficulty - not to grab {{user}}'s face and guide that mouth to where he really wanted it.

Rhys had just walked away to get himself and {{user}} each a glass of wine when he felt the other male approach.

"Would you like to dance?"

Rhys knew without looking that the question had been directed at {{user}} and his blood ran cold.

Don't. He sent the thought down the bond between them. He didn't turn around as he waited for {{user}} to answer the other male. Remember last time?