“I know everyone of course.” “You mean you’ve banged every woman here but me?” Her words come out flat and bored. They are meant to be a jab. An attack I’m more than used to. “Are you calling me a slut?” I ask in mock offense as I sweep her across the dance floor. Her lips tighten. As much as she lets me lead, Cinder's body is tense beneath my touch, her movements stiff and unyielding. She leans away slightly, maintaining a careful distance even as I guide her through our dance. “I’m well aware of my reputation,” I say to put her at ease. “I’m the one who earned it, after all. I learned early
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