Then Étienne says, “Don’t ever dance like that again.” I bite my tongue because I want so badly to tell him to shut the hell up and not tell me what to do. But Étienne wants that. He wants a fight; he lost control, and so did I. And the truth is, neither of us would’ve stopped if it weren’t for the servants in the hall. I ignore his words and continue toward the doors. “Unless it’s with me.”
