I offer an arm to Paedyn. “Should I hold your shoes now, or wait for you to lose them?” “Maybe I’ll just throw them at you.” She smiles sweetly. “So you can find them easier.” My gaze lazily explores her face. “Vicious little thing.” When we step into the circle, Paedyn wastes no time before clapping to the beat. I watch her smile at the dancing before us, but more importantly, I watch those eying her closely. Some scowl at her presence while others barely notice the future queen among them. And before I’m dragged into a dance, I memorize the faces of those glaring men.
