One Year Later~
The night smelled of smoke and rain. Somewhere beyond the narrow streets, music pounded, heavy and relentless, from a pub that glittered like a lighthouse in the dark. Inside, laughter rose and fell in waves, drunken shouts clashing with the humming of loud music, which was enough to deafen any sane person.
At a small table near the back, a girl sat with one leg crossed over the other, swirling the amber liquid in her glass without drinking it.
She wore a dress the color of midnight, one shoulder bare, silver chains glinting faintly against her pale collarbone. Her hair fell like a river of ink down her back, but the dim light caught hints of something almost alluring in the strands.
She looked harmless, even pretty.
Which was exactly why the arrogant heir thought she was his for the taking.
"Well," a deep, smug voice sounded through the music. "Look at you, baby. Alone in a place like this? That's dangerous."
