Victoria was almost mesmerised as his eyes studied her in their subtle way. For a moment she couldn’t hear the noises around her of the guests milling about, chattering, and chortling. She watched his tongue flick across the front of his teeth as if a hypnotist dangled a stopwatch in front of her face. She snapped out of her trance like state as soon as he spoke, apologising to her for his disappointment. As he turned away from her she blinked and came round to her full senses again. “You didn’t disappoint me, Lord Vail, certainly not in the way of dancing.” She at least reassured him in that aspect. Although she couldn’t deny being slightly disappointed at being given no information on her father and no closer to finding his killer, she did enjoy their dance and wanted him to know that before he departed her presence, quite possibly forever. Vail was more slippery than she had anticipated. She laid the trap and he evaded it like a cunning fox. It suggested it was not the first time he had done so from his slight amused smirk that he had tried to hide behind his glass. She didn’t mind this challenge though, if he was reluctant to give her any answers, perhaps she should contact his father directly for the truth, unknowing that it would lead her to a dead end as there in fact, was no Lord Griffiths. Lady Crest watched Vail leave with a sigh of fore longing. She hoped she could meet him again sometime in the future even just to dance with him one last time. Before she could fully gather her thoughts, a hand took hers and led her back to the dancefloor. She turned and saw Lord Spencer was leading the way. “I finally get you all to myself.” He meant that in more than one way, her blood would be solely his to drip feed on as like a drug addiction. He pulled her into his arms and they began the Tango. His movements were not as fluid as Vail’s were. And he was quite rough with manhandling her. He squeezed her hands too tightly that she winced from the pain. The Tango was a dance of passion, yet his passion seemed to come from a dark place. But his brown eyes captivated hers and she felt a wave of oppression over her. The air felt heavy, her body felt limper in his arms. He was able to manipulate her arms and hands in any way he desired. She simple followed suit with no freedom for her own creativity. She certainly [i]did not[/i] enjoy this dance with her betrothed. “I see you met Lord Hygrace.” Spencer grinned as he blew Vail’s cover. “Lord….Hygrace?” Victoria regarded Christopher Spencer with a worried flicker behind her blue eyes. “Yes the gentleman you were just dancing with.” He spun her around, “He said his name was Lord Griffiths.” “Ah well that does not surprise me. They are a family of pathological liars…” Spencer continued to whisper dark rumours in her ear, as the pace quickened, so did her heart rate. Vail had not been genuine with her from the beginning. Why? Did he really know something about her father that he didn’t want her to know? Such as the details of his murder? She just had to know…yet as the dance ended and her eyes scoured the room, there was no assign of Vail Hygrace anywhere.