I caught a glimpse of a familiar face on the outskirts of the dance floor and grinned, nudging Max’s shoulder. “Look.” Across the room, Moth paced, hands awkwardly clasped behind his back, casting nervous glances toward a pretty Valtain girl in an atrocious pink dress. “Ascended above,” Max groaned. “Don’t do it, Moth. Valtain girls are trouble.” I laughed. “Even me?” “Especially you.”
poor moth LOL
