002. Sway

Sarah couldn't dance. Not really. Her mother had taught her ballroom dancing when she was little, but beyond a simple three-step, she had all the rhythm of a possessed slug. So Sarah couldn't help but laugh when Jareth bowed with that glitter of mischief in his eyes and asked her to dance.

He thought he could embarrass her.

Her—the woman currently flaunting herself in the middle of an entire country full of people, in a dress capable of waging nuclear warfare without any outside interference.

Sarah grinned. If he really wanted every bone in his feet broken that badly…