There is something a little bit electric, knowing he could kiss Gabriel to his heart’s content, right here, if he wanted to. Such places had existed in his London, too, but the threat of arrest had not gone away even in those secret bars.

Anthony is largely indifferent, even disdainful, of the new freedom Darrow offers. But now he finds himself smiling. He could do what he wanted, even if he doesn’t.

He lifts a brow. “Are you really going to be focused on dancing by then?"