Owen’s violet eyes met my narrowed gray ones. More amusement danced in his light gaze. He was actually enjoying this little charade.

The cowboy dwarf offered his short, stubby arm to me. “Shall we, Candy?”

I sniffed at Owen, turned my back to him, and beamed at the dwarf. “Thank you, Mr. Dawson. At least someone here still knows how to treat a lady.”

The clichéd patter made me want to gag, but I’d said worse to get close to targets before. I could drop a few more groaners if it meant eliminating Tobias Dawson.

My fingers skimmed down the dwarf ’s arm before settling on his bare, brown hand. For some reason, Dawson frowned at the contact. Something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before I could interpret what it was. But he suddenly looked at me with far more interest. Perhaps I’d static-shocked him or something, although if I had, I should have felt it too.

But I shrugged away my unease and let the dwarf lead me onto the dance floor. Dawson was barely five feet tall, which meant his eyes were just level with my boobs. But his soaring cowboy hat reached up over my teased wig.

The orchestra began a classical waltz, and Tobias Dawson pulled me close. The only thing that kept him from burying his head between my boobs was the crinoline in my skirt. It was too stiff and thick for him to maneuver in the way he wanted to. I’d have to remember to thank Roslyn Phillips for that small favor.

We danced in silence for a few moments. I kept my smile steady as we whirled around. Dawson’s hand tightened on mine. His palm felt curiously warm against mine, something I’d expect from a Fire elemental, but not a Stone like the dwarf.

“You know Candy, you’re a very attractive woman,” Tobias Dawson said. “Then again, I’ve always been partial to blondes.”

I let out a small, girlish giggle. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing? You’re a real charmer, if I do say so, Mr. Dawson. I’ll have to tell the other girls here tonight to watch out for you.”

The dwarf smiled, but his eyes were cold and distant in his face. Again, I got the feeling I’d done something wrong, but I couldn’t imagine what it could be. There was no way Dawson could know who I was, that I used to be an assassin called the Spider, that I was working for the Foxes, that I’d come here tonight to kill him. There was no way he could know all that—could he? The dwarf had been smart enough to find a mountain full of diamonds and use a slab of granite as a safe. There was no telling how clever he was.

We lapsed into silence again. The dwarf stared at me.