I think he'd come ready for an argument about the dancing, and not getting one had thrown him. He'd never had anyone read to him before bedtime. Their astonishment almost made it worthwhile. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the roughness of the bark.
I would never offer to shake hands with Evans. It was awkward, because I just wasn't tall enough to do it comfortably, but I began to fight to pull Damian's neck backward. He was still fighting to keep the rhythm even and pretty, but he was beginning to lose that smooth glide, and I knew when he stopped dancing above me, that that would be it. It didn't spill out into his power, or fill the room, but I think that was because he was shielding, probably as hard as I was.
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