To say that the temperature in the ballroom dropped by a few more degrees would have been an understatement of the century. It quite literally plummeted to an icy, freezing chill, and everyone took notice.
Although the music was still playing, barely anyone was still paying attention to it. A few eyes had drifted towards the door upon Lord Mirkwood's entrance, and as the realization of the duke's presence travelled through the entire ballroom, everyone turned to watch him.
He stood proudly, his head tilted up defiantly in a look of pure arrogance, as though he couldn't be bothered by anyone in the room, like they were even less than the dirt beneath his feet.
Amidst the surprised looks, Jason and Emily watched him with their hearts burning with identical flames. Their hatred for the
