Heart racing far too hard for a simple trip to the champagne table, Beauty returned to Lestat's arm. Her untouched champagne hung lightly from her fingers. She tucked her free hand into his arm and leaned against that same arm. In front of them, the tango was just beginning. Honour stared blankly ahead.
Moments before, she'd been on the cusp of inviting Lestat for a dance. Now, she couldn't keep a thought straight in her head. What she knew was that Lestat was here, and Lestat was safe, and Lestat was kind. She dropped her cheek against the red velvet.