**Awake My Dreams—Edgar Hopp**
Ember was no longer aware of her surroundings when she was swept into the second dance by Dylan Shantaville.
Heart beating fast, she kept searching for Khaos who had mysteriously disappeared from the crowd after their first dance. She just couldn't shake off the feeling that had settled in her bones when they had danced.
Nor could she shake off his mischievous stares, the way he whispered drunken words in her ears, and the way his touch ignited her.
Even now as Dylan Shantaville tried to maneuver her into the slow waltz, it was still Khaos's touch that she felt. On her waist, her hips, her hands… his touch lingered like a burn that refused to ebb before the cold.
The crowd still whispered about their enchanting dance—some with awe, some with envy. One thing was clear, everyone thought that Khaos BlueBlood was just as skilled as he was powerful. Two roles he had blended seamlessly.
