“Shh, I’m making a decree,” I scold. Kitt might have smiled. “We’re listening, Paedyn.” I like that he said my name. That feels like progress. I clear my throat, ignoring the many wide gazes surrounding, and— Hmm. I feel like I should be taller for this. Establish my strength and such. So where the hell are my heels when I actually need them? “I declare,” I say slowly, my spine straightening, “a dance between the three of us. Unified as one.” I don’t even give them the chance to argue. How very queenly of me.
