Kali
“A dance for old time’s sake?”
Looking up from my spot at the table, I gazed into the eyes of my king. As soon as the bond was in place, Trick had withdrawn. He’d spent most of his time with Canon. Food had passed by my table. Phoebe had chatted with me. Nobody was dancing—it was less of a ball and more of a party.
Or maybe a funeral.
Silently, I gave him my hand and rose. His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Graceful, even when you want to claw my eyes out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Your Majesty. I trust in your judgment,” I said through clenched teeth.
Alone on the dance floor, his hand settled on my hip, and the other held my hand. After years of this, I was comfortable dancing with him. There was a time when I wasn’t, a time that whenever every time he touched m
