The Duchess froze, seemingly realizing what had happened. She tried to pull back, only to find that Sylas' arm was practically like a steel bar.
No, it wasn't that Sylas' arm was so strong, but instead that she felt almost as though her body didn't have any strength remaining at all. If she pulled away from Sylas now, she realized that she might fall and collapse right there, making an already embarrassing situation all the more embarrassing.
What music there was hanging in the air almost fell on deaf ears, countless gazes focused on the scene right before them.
"You… I…"
Her voice was so soft it came out in a raspy, hoarse tone, almost as though her lungs couldn't produce enough air to project at all. Her legs trembled and she almost fell, but Sylas only tightened his grip.
