Sylas was being very quiet, which was not like him. He always loved dancing days and they had so few of them down at Bridgenford because Da was not over-fond of them, as a rule. Cerissa slipped her hand into Sylas’ and squeezed. He looked up at her. His face was grey and grim, but he tried toforce a smile to it.
“What’s wrong?” she hissed. He squirmed away from her breath, hot and sticky in his ear, but she needed to whisper close because the music was so loud and the hall was so crowded.
He nodded towards the great glass at the back of the hall, diamonds of different colours all stacked upon one another, the light bleeding through them. She looked too. There did not seem to be owt wrong with it to her.
She raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged sullenly, pulling his hand free. H
