he stopped short. Her eyes darted immediately to the empty spot on Greyson’s lap, then panned over to the makeshift dance floor where Ace was currently spinning a laughing Callie in a slow, impossibly smooth circle.
I saw Harper’s jaw twitch.
“Oh,” Harper said, forcing her voice to sound entirely too bright as she marched back over to our massive booth. “Did they start the party without me?”
“The party is modular, Harper,” Nate replied politely, taking a slow sip of his drink without looking at her. “It adapts.”
“She wanted to dance,” I rumbled, keeping my eyes firmly locked on Callie. The violet magic was starting to shimmer around her again, but this time it wasn’t frantic or terrified. It was playful. Ace was using his shadows to guide her steps, lifting her slightly off the ground
