"You have to dance with me too," I said, the words only just audible under the din of the dreamers. Conall opened our stance, facing Laszlo too, as the gryphon glanced between us. He opened his mouth and I knew at once, my shoulders drooping, that he would refuse. "Be a gentleman, Laz," Conall goaded. He lifted my hand and extended it toward the watching gryphon. Laszlo's eyes rolled and I flashed a quick, grateful smile at Conall, who turned on his heel and bent to kiss the back of my hand, as elegant as a courtier. Laszlo joined us, and he didn't storm through the shadows as Conall had, but
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