#Chapter 357: To Dance With You

Abby As Damon and I step back out into the bustling party, the sound of music overwhelms me once more. That, and the feeling of Karl somewhere close by. But I know it’s all in my head. If Karl was here, he would have called me. And yet, I haven’t heard from him since he left me that initial voicemail. He really must be back at home, back in his pack territory. I turn to Damon, who’s grabbing a glass of champagne off of a passing waiter’s tray. “Shall we return to dancing, then?” he asks, seemingly unperturbed by the strange interaction we just had in the art gallery. “Actually, I really think I should get back to the kitchen,” I say, pointing over my shoulder. “My staff might need me.” Damon chuckles. “Oh, Abby,” he says. “Enjoy the party a little while longer, won’t you? You’ve hardly been here for twenty minutes.” I have to stifle a slight sigh. Damon is right; I haven’t been here for that long. And although I want nothing more than to slip back into the kitchen, ba