Chapter 18
Lucius
Juno flaps her long lashes at me for a few seconds before she stands up. “Sure.”
I lead her to the dance floor, where we join a few other couples. The song the DJ plays must be by Ariana Grande because it’s a woman’s voice and Juno grins like a loon as she tells me, “That’s your favorite.”
I’m not usually a fan of dancing, but seeing Juno move makes the chore surprisingly tolerable. It must be her bright smile. Or the sway of her rounded hips. Or the sparkle in her honey-colored eyes. Or it could be the fact that her fast-moving feet are difficult to ignore. Speaking of that, has she always had that ankle bracelet and toe ring?
I drag my gaze back to her face. She’s wearing that same bright smile that captured me earlier. Suddenly, she pales and glances at someone to
