Jax held the hand of Elira, and she was one heck of a stunner.
Black hair with red undertones that suited her pale skin perfectly. The contrast was striking, almost otherworldly in its beauty.
She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her figure elegantly, and black gloves that reached all the way to her elbows covered her hands.
When she smiled at him, Jax could see through it immediately. Behind that pleasant expression lay something else entirely. Something fake. Something calculated. And Jax was excited to reveal it.
Excited to play with her.
The orchestra's melody drifted through the air as they walked toward the dance floor. Violins hummed softly, building anticipation for the evening's entertainment.
When Jax took a few steps forward holding her hand, countless stares followed them.
Some faces wore expressions of shock. Others displayed that familiar noble disgust, as if watching a commoner touch sacred royalty.
