ZAIYREE
My head seemed to stabilize at Cairo’s touch. I found myself pulling away from him, standing on steady legs. “I’m fine.” My stomach still burned from the alcohol, but my head no longer felt like it was spinning.
“Would you care to dance?” He offered his hand out to me again.
I stared at the gesture for a moment, not understanding why he seemed so insistent on touching me. “No. My friends are waiting for me.”
Cairo glanced over my shoulder, looking right where I knew Jayla and Rhett were dancing. “They don’t seem to be missing your presence. Why so resistant, Zaiyree? You do realize that I’m part of the Council of Elders.”
“That’s the problem.” If I had been sober, I would have bitten my tongue. I understood what the Council of Elders had the power to do. They had already trie
