Kaelith choked on the drink he was currently swallowing.
Had he heard that correctly?
Like carbonation exploding through a shaken drink, pure joy surged violently inside him.
Just moments ago, he had been standing there, trying to ignore how much the scene between Silas, Lucien, and Mirabelle had twisted something inside his chest.
But now:
Mirabelle wanted to dance with him.
Him.
Not Silas.
Not Lucien.
Of course, he knew perfectly well that he was only an excuse to escape the other two.
But honestly?
Who cared?
If she fled toward him, then he didn't care what she was fleeing from.
He would take everything she was willing to give him.
Like the sea parting before a ship, the beastmen shifted aside as Mirabelle walked toward him, while a storm seemed to rage behind her.
Without even looking, Kaelith shoved his glass into the hands of the nearest beastman.
Fastening his attention entirely on her, he barely noticed who ended up holding it.
