Evaline:
For a moment, I just stared at the hand he had extended toward me, unsure if I should really take it.
The golden ballroom was still lit up in sparkle and grandeur, filled with the finest people of the werewolf elite. And here I was... standing like a statue, questioning a simple invitation to dance.
I hadn't expected him to ask me. Sure, he brought me here, held my arm when we entered, stayed close through the chaos of whispers and glares... but dancing?
My hesitation must have been obvious, because his brows lifted just a little under the elegant mask. "You don't know how to dance?" he asked, his voice low but still audible over the music.
