Blind Jealousy

Torin's POV

“Torin? My feet are beginning to hurt. You were such a fine dancer earlier, is something the matter?” Lysandra’s sharp voice pulls me from my dark reverie.

I blink, forcing my icy gaze away from the distant shadows of the grand hall. “My apologies, dear. Stressful state matters have my mind preoccupied,” I reply, offering a tight smile. It is a smooth lie, one I do not even realize I