The Forbidden Throb (Emma and Daniel) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Emma’s POV:

My eyes snapped to his face, shock evident even behind my mask.

He had recognized me.

How did you know? The words escaped before I could stop them.

My hand instinctively moved toward my face, as if to verify the mask was still in place. “The mask-

Nicholas clearly enjoyed my flustered state. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he watched me struggle to regain my composure.

Don’t worry, your disguise is still intact.”

Something snapped inside me.

“When?” I demanded, abandoning any pretense. “When did you figure it out?”

Nicholas tilted his head, considering-or more likely, drawing out my discomfort for his own entertainment.

“First glance? Just a suspicion. Something familiar in the way you stood there, trying to blend into the wall. His lips curved.

“But I wasn’t sure,” he continued, clearly savoring this.

“Could have been anyone behind that mask.” He let out a soft laugh. “But you went so quiet. Like if you didn’t move, didn’t talk, maybe I’d look right past you.”

“What if you were wrong?” I challenged.

His smile turned smug. “But you just confirmed it was, didn’t you?”

I felt a surge of frustration at myself. Walked right into that one.

“Very clever,” I said dryly, recognizing the trap I’d fallen into.

The orchestra began a waltz, and Nicholas pulled me into the dance with practiced ease.

The moment his hand settled at my waist, a sharp prickling sensation shop down my spine-intense, focused, like daggers pressed against my back. Not the casual glances of other dancers, but something more intense more focused.

As Nicholas guided me through a turn, I caught sight of the source over his shoulder.

Megan stood at the edge of the dance floor, her eyes locked on us with laser-like precision.

Even from this distance, I could read the barely contained fury in her figid posture, the way her champagne glass tilted dangerously in her grip.

1 just wanted this dance to end-wanted to slip away from Nicholas’s hold from Megan’s murderous stare, from this entire absurd situation.

But Nicholas seemed to be enjoying himself, his steps leisurely, deliberately prolonging each measure.

Aren’t you worried Megan might get jealous?” I said, unable to keep the edge from my voice. “She looks ready to throw that champagne glass.

Nicholas’s smile widened, infuriatingly smug. “Whether she’s jealous or no I couldn’t say. He pulled me slightly closer through a turn, his voice dropping. “But you seem awfully concerned about it. Almost like you’re the jealous one.”

I stared at him, genuinely baffled. “What?”

“Come on, Emma.” His tone was patronizing, like he was explaining something obvious to a slow student. “Showing up here, the costume, asking about Megan-it’s all a bit transparent, don’t you think?”

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