I sidestepped the dancers, weaving in and out of the crowd, reaching her just in time to take her arm. “Stop,” I whispered in her ear. She tensed, refusing to turn and face me. “I wasn’t going to kill her,” she said in a low voice, staring at young Soraya at the edge of the room. “Just freak her out a little.” “She’s a child.” “Yes.” She turned her head, challenging me. “I seem to remember being that child’s age the first time you had your hand up my shirt.”
