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The boy was earnest and determined, carefully counting the steps under his breath as we spun into the tide of dancers.
Skirts brushed my legs, lanternlight skated over glittery masks, and the music stitched everything together with bright, relentless thread.
We turned, we swayed, we made up steps when Axe forgot them.
I glanced toward the sideline and found Rion exactly where I’d felt his gaze.
He had a drink balanced in one hand, the glass catching ...
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