A live stream filled the screen, showing a vast private skating rink beneath a vaulted roof of glass. Thousands of suspended lights glittered above the ice, while artificial snow drifted through the air in slow, beautiful spirals. Music, laughter and the sharp hiss of skates travelled through the phone's speakers as princesses, attendants and members of Phei's growing circle moved across the frozen surface.
Phei stood in the centre of it all.
Of course he did.
The Young Dragon wore white and black skates, his hair moving around his face as he crossed the ice with insulting ease. Women surrounded him from every direction. Several already belonged to his group, while others were princesses who had supposedly attended merely to enjoy the gathering and appeared to be forgetting that intention each time he smiled at them.
Danton's teeth pressed together:
