“I know. The dances at Mez have nothing on these girls,” Garvey added.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually had fae blood.”
“I doubt it. There’s no way the king would allow it.”
“How would he know?” Darvey asked, challenging her playfully.
Garvey shrugged with a laugh. “Good question.” She looked down at the bottom floor. “Shots! Let’s go to the bar.”
Meera groaned, already feeling like she had too much as Garvey took her by the hand and pulled her along. They walked along the balcony until they reached a set of metal stairs that led them down to the dance floor and bar areas. All of the flashing lights were a bit disorienting but in addition to the music it made her adrenaline pump.
Before she knew it, she found herself nodding her head to the music. They stood at the glass bar
