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Her brothers were trouble At least Mads set a good example

The speakers turned off as the orchestra finished tuning, silence filling the air throughout the house

“I love that sound,” Winter whispered

“What sound?”

“The draft of this old place hitting the flames,” she said “Do you hear it?”

I trained uststhe flames flicker

The hair on the back of my neck rose

“Feels like ghosts,” she ht, isn’t it?”

I looked down at her, her long lashes draping over eyes that could no longer see anything beautiful, but that didn’twas lost on her, either She just saw it differently now

Turning, I took her hand in uided her onto the dance floor “Hold on”

Her lips spread into a big s her to no own fanned out behind her, and the red ribbons in her hair fluttered

“You’re pretty good,” she told me

“Shocked?”

“Well…” She shrugged, not elaborating

We spun and , but she never lost her footing, lighter than air in my arms

I guess she thought I only excelled at coentleman, too

“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance,” I recited Confucius as we slowed down

She pinched her eyebrows together, breathing hard “Why?”

“Because a weapon of death shouldn’t be in the hand of someone who hasn’t lived”

You can’t speak for a world when you only understand one point of view

I stopped and stared at her, an idea for “I want you to teach Mads and Jett how to dance”

She cocked her head

Why hadn’t I thought of it years ago? I assu to defend the, but I still had ti, but soe