Nadia’s POV
The question fell away to silence. A shudder passed through Kael’s features, but he didn’t answer. He simply held my gaze, a challenge still swimming in his eyes, and kept his hand firmly extended toward me.
Eventually I took it, accepting the first dance with him.
His hand closed around me, and the skin of my palm jolted, goosebumps rising along my body as Kael pulled me deeper into the clearing.
The music had flittered to a soft close, but now the instruments rose to attention once more. The beginnings of a song swelled around us just as Kael brought me closer, his hands falling to clutch at my waist.
This was so much different than our sparring sessions. Different from sweat-covered jabs and thrown punches. This was not flesh striking and slashing against one anoth
