Chapter 78: After-Party (IV)
Zayn barely had time to reach where Bran was before Elisse’s soft hand wrapped around his own, her grip hesitant but firm.
Her fingers were slightly cool, trembling just the slightest bit against his skin.
Kara had already stepped back with a knowing smirk, her sharp eyes flicking between them.
"Go on, hero," she teased, folding her arms. "Don’t keep the lady waiting."
Zayn exhaled, glancing at Elisse. Her face had taken on a rosy hue, her violet eyes looking up at him expectantly.
The magic ball hanging above them slowed for a moment, dimming as the pace of the music shifted.
She bit her lip, then asked, barely above a whisper,
"Will you dance with me?"
The melody swelled, and all around them, the atmosphere in the guild hall had changed. The soft, romantic tune that played before had faded, giving way to something more energetic.
The tempo picked up, and with it, the enchanted sphere above them spun faster, scattering lights across the wooden floors and stone walls.
There was no saying no now.