Chapter 29: The Event

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Sanaya's P.O.V:

I had already known that Lance would look breathtaking today; after all, it was his party. But no matter how prepared I'd thought I was for full impact, it was nothing compared to the real impact I got when he entered the room.

He was wearing all black, from jacket to pants to shirt and even shoes; the only prominent feature that stood out was his pure gold tie and his topaz eyes. His hair was gelled back to give a sleek look and it brought attention to his square jaw and sharp nose. I'm not really a fan of men with gelled back hair but on Lance, it looked pure heavenly.

"Wow!" We both said at the same time.

He shook his head. "There's nothing special about me, Sana. But tonight, every woman in the part will be jealous of you."

Rather than pleasing, that compliment was rather horrifying. "I don't want to stand out, Lance." I told him. "Especially with so many Incubi attending the ceremony."

"You have nothing to worry about," was Lance's straight answer. "Anyone even looks at you inappropriately will have their eyes plucked out and their brains smashed to a bloody pulp."

I grimace at the images in my head. "No thanks. I don't need anyone to die just because they laid eyes on me."

"If they're intelligent enough, they'll know better to stay away from what's mine." Lance looked directly into my eyes as he said it and the possessiveness in his voice made a shiver of pleasure run down my spine.

"Am I your property now, Lance?" I asked despite myself.

"You've always been mine, Sanaya Johnson. And you always will be." Lance strode over to me and extended his hands. "Now, do you want o want to sit here asking silly questions or should we go down to the banquet hall and show everyone who owns the night?"

I smiled a big, wide smile at Lance and placed my hands in his. Lance pulled me up from the bed and right away placed a scorching kiss on my lips.

"Hmmmmm!" I complained as Lance let me go. "Don't ruin my make-up!"

But even as Lance dabbed his fingers across his lips, I saw that Tobias had applied some non-transferrable lipstick. Nice! I definitely needed to get this one from him, well, in a lighter color at least.

"Come on, Princess. Let's go." Lance held out his hand and hooked mine through his elbow as we went out of the room.

The banquet hall was on the third floor with its own elevator, so Lance and I got into one and pressed the button for the third floor. At a time like this, I really did wish that the banquet hall had one of those iconic stairs like in the Cinderella movie so everyone could see Lance coming down the stairs with me. But I guess not every dream comes true.

"Your hands are trembling," Lance noted halfway through the ride.

"Oh!" I gulped. "I guess I'm a bit nervous."

The night was absolutely perfect and for the first time, I actually felt like I deserved to be next to Lancelin, the Incubus Prince. But for some reason, I just couldn't shake off the feeling that something might go wrong. And it didn't help matters that I just saw my dead father yesterday and Lance had been speculating that he might show up tonight. What was I even going to do if he did show up? And why did my father show up after ten whole years? If he was alive, why not return sooner?

"Don't be," Lance told me then. "I'm sure your father had good reasons to stay away from you. And if he does show up tonight, we might get to know the reason why."

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