When I halt in the center of the dance floor, I turn to the boys. “As future queen, I hereby instate a new tradition.” I might have yelled the words. Oops. Kai is now pinching the bridge of his nose, swallowing the laugh in his throat. “Plagues, I hope you remember this tomorrow.” “Shh, I’m making a decree,” I scold. Kitt might have smiled. “We’re listening, Paedyn.”
