“So how many dances do we have to learn?”
“Ten,” said Zorian, bracing himself for the cries of outrage.
Sure enough, a rumble of complaints erupted after that statement. Thankfully, Ilsa took over the lesson at this point, instructing everyone to pair up and scatter throughout the spacious room to give everyone enough space. Zorian could already feel a headache coming and cursed himself for letting Ilsa talk him into this. Even though room six was fairly spacious, there were a lot of people and the invisible pressure they gave off was particularly strong today.
“You all right?” Benisek asked, putting his hand on Zorian’s shoulder.
“I’m fine,” Zorian said, shrugging the hand off. He didn’t like to be touched much. “I just have a slight headache. Did you need help with something?”
