Elowen's POV
No car appeared either. The guard wrestled the oversized plush into the boot while Kael stood with his arms crossed watching the whole production, his brows pulled together like the stuffed toy had personally offended him.
The plush took up so much of the back seat that I had to press myself against the door to fit. From that angle I caught the faint trace of alcohol on him, the kind that hadn't been there when I'd left him upstairs. Somehow in the fifteen minutes I'd spent in the square, he'd found a drink, and I said nothing about it.
The car pulled away from the venue and the streets outside went dark and quiet. After a while Kael spoke without turning his head. "You like dancing."
It wasn't a question. "Yes," I said anyway.
"What else can you do?"
"A little piano, a
