~ JOCELYN ~
“Jocelyn?”
Elian's voice interrupts my thoughts. He sips his drink and nudges me gently. “Don’t zone out on me. You just became an elite warrior. You should be celebrating.”
“I am,” I say. “This is me celebrating.”
He chuckles. “You need to dance. At least one dance.”
“I’m not drunk enough for that. And my feet are starting to ache in these heels…”
“Oh come on—”
“Nope. Not happening.”
“Alright, alright,” he says, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Killjoy.”
His teasing tone has me laughing and smacking his shoulder. He fakes a whine.
I smack him again. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“Then stop hitting me.”
I chuckle, no longer hitting him. Being around Elian is like being immersed in a warm lake of water with sunshine penetrating the glassy surface and caressing your ski
