Eric
I felt Rowena stiffen beside me as Heather sauntered up to me, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step—like a snake preparing to strike. I knew what was coming, and a knot of dread twisted in my gut.
“Eric,” she purred, running a perfectly manicured fingernail along my bicep, “I I would be honored if you would accompany me to the Victory Dance.”
I stole a momentarily glance over at Rowena, and her pained expression seared itself into my mind. I swallowed hard. “Heather, I…”
“Yes…?” She arched a perfect eyebrow up at me expectantly.
Squaring my shoulders, I steeled my resolve. “I’m going to have to decline your invitation.”
Heather blinked at me for a moment before letting out a high, tinkling laugh. “Oh Eric, you’re such a tease.” She batted her eyelashes
