"Dance with me in the ocean, let the waves sing a song of our pain..." ♪♫
"The water mirrors our emotion, oh I wish that it would rain..." ♪♫
The rich, honeyed voice of the singer wrapped around the room like velvet.
She was standing at the podium at the end of the large room, bathed in the lights of the orange chandeliers. As she sang, she swayed gently, her silhouette poised and elegant.
Her crimson lips barely moved when the lyrics left her mouth, but her eyes, deep pools of dark ink, glimmered with emotion.
A subtle, absent stroke of her fingers against the microphone stand betrayed a quiet confidence. The guests at The Pendulum barely spoke, caught in the spell of her voice.
Darren Steele, however, wasn't one of them. His gaze swept over the room, observing, analyzing, thinking.
