“Well, surprise, I’m done with this lesson,” I say flatly, turning out of his grasp. My back is to him when he snatches my wrist and whips me around, pulling me back. “But you still owe me one more dance.” His wavy hair tumbles over his brow, the look in his eyes practically begging me to play with him. “Fine,” I say, playing along. “Another dance for the answer to a question.” His eyebrows rise. “Is that a bribe, Gray?” “Those are my terms. Take it or leave it, Prince.” His only response is a low chuckle.
