Chapter 206: Can I Have This Dance, My Queen?
Elyn's POV
One gently removed his wine glass from his hand.
Another delicately lifted mine from my hands, and a third shadow—traitorous creature—took my hand.
And placed it in Zorathys'.
My breath hitched just slightly.
His fingers were warm, like always. Long and elegant as they curled naturally around mine.
The music shifted as if in tune with what had just happened.
The orchestra—clever demons—had transitioned into something slower. Smoother. The kind of melody meant for gliding across polished floors under judgmental chandeliers.
Zorathys tilted his head.
"Dance with me."
I stared at him.
"You know I cannot dance."
"You can."
"No, I absolutely cannot."
He lifted one brow.
"You are forgetting."
"Forgetting what?"
"That you can dance."
I gave him a flat look.
