again,” Samantha responded.
I gave Kayla’s hand a gentle squeeze, our silent way of saying “I love you,” and she squeezed back with a soft smile on her face.
The five of us joined a table with Ivan, Lian, and Nolan, and we dished food onto our plates. Seth designated himself as the “wine glass filler person” and laughed every time the alcohol didn’t deplete in the bottle. Another charm from Trishna’s book, I was sure. By the end of dinner, we were all relaxed and happy. Except for Seth—who was beyond blissful and on his way to tipsy.
“Can I have your attention, please?” Trishna’s voice boomed over the noise, amplified by a spell. The newcomers must not have been Unified yet. I turned in my chair to face her as others did the same.
“First, I want to welcome our new friends and thank Samantha and Nolan for their efforts in finding all of you,” she began. “We are so glad to have you with us, recruits. Second, for those of you who don’t yet know who everyone is, I’m your coven leader, Trishna, and Bartholomew—wave, please—is the Protectors’ leader. Together, we ensure Caelum is safe for every one of you. Whether you’re Magus or Protector, you can come to either of us at any time.
“Tomorrow morning, we will all meet back here at ten a.m. to discuss our plans for the future, but until then, have a great time and forget that there’s a war going on outside our gate. Next time we party like this, we will have won.”
Shouts and clapping rang out.
Nice speech,
I sent Trishna privately as the voices quieted. She smiled.
“Now, if everyone would please step aside for a moment, I’m going to clear the room and start the music,” Trishna said. “The bar and dessert table will be open all night.”
I dropped my hand from Kayla’s back and stood, helping her to her feet. We moved away from the table, and a minute later, it disappeared. Every Protector not used to magic jumped. The corner of my mouth rose. I couldn’t wait until they saw what else Trishna could do. Music filled the room—from where, I didn’t know—and, within seconds, the center of the corridor crowded with dancers.
“Let’s go!” Lian shouted, grabbing Ivan’s hand. Tabbi chuckled as he rolled his eyes and dragged his feet behind her.
“Want to dance?” Nolan yelled over the music at Samantha, who nodded and strutted across the room like a model on a runway.
Kayla sneered when they about had sex on the dance floor. My stomach hardened, and I slipped my hand into hers. “Come on,” I said, leading her to the middle of the room where we couldn’t see Nolan and Samantha.
I spun Kayla under my arm and smiled when she giggled. The last time we’d danced was at
L’Alce
in Rome, and that night, I’d nearly torn her clothes off in the bathroom of the club. Tonight, I was going to focus on having a good time and keeping my lustful instincts at bay. Who knew when the next time would be that we’d all party like this? Last thing I wanted to do was pull her away from a night with our friends.
But seeing Kayla’s hips shimmying back and forth was enough to get my thoughts whirling, and when she turned around and ground against me, my resolve died.
Her hips rubbing against mine, I let my hands wander down her sides, aching to kiss her neck like I’d done hours ago. She was so beautiful, so amazing. My palms clammed as my heart hammered. An image of her dress falling to the floor flashed through my mind, and then the music changed to a slower tune, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I spun her around, placing my right hand on her upper waist. With her right hand in my left, I led her through a slow waltz.
“Okay, wait. Where do I put this one?” she said, flopping her left arm around.
I took a step to my right, laughing. “On my shoulder.”
Kayla bit her lip. “This is so awkward.”
“Would you rather sway?”
“Kind of.” She scrunched her small nose.
I placed her right hand on my other
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