Julius’ friends couldn’t believe their eyes. He was moving well. He and Ileanna glided across the center floor as the music began to swell.
“No way in hell!” Alakin exclaimed.
“Pay up,” Xenala demanded, holding her hand out.
Alakin reached into his pocket and dropped ten gold pieces on the table. Xenala collected the coins and placed them into the pouch on her belt, tapping it in victory with her tongue protruding toward Alakin’s disgruntled grimace.
“Unbelievable,” Alakin murmured.
Xenala and Larenia exchanged a quick high five and returned their attention to their dancing friend. Julius and Ileanna danced as if they had done so many times before. It was as fluent and effortless as water and as passionate as fire.
“I’ve never danced like this before,” Julius said.
“Neither have I.
