‘This is nice.’ Velvet loved the feel of his hair. There was no product in it to style, it was just him. It was soft and there was enough to run her fingers through, almost to his shoulders. It was so dark, almost the colour of a raven. It worked well with his bright green eyes.
He sat up suddenly. ‘Why did you start dancing at La Lune Noire?’
‘I wondered how long it would take you to ask me that.’
‘Will you tell me?’
‘Yes. My priestess told me I needed to go there. She saw you, I assume, and I was sent to the city to go to university and dance. I wanted to join the Royal Ballet academy, but my audition didn’t go to plan. I am pretty sure that another witch caused it to push me out. But my priestess told me I shouldn’t have gone there. So, to rebel, I went to the club. A girl I met at
