Chapter 31 Ward
Ward was waiting with a warm cup of cider for Taytra to come off the dance floor. She bowed to the councilman she had danced with and watched as he stalked stiffly away. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes danced with joy. “Is that for me? Thank you! I think that was the last of them. I don’t see any others to speak with,” she said, taking the cup. She blew the steam from the top, the clouded bits of her breath mixing with the drink’s steam.
“I figured you may need a little something,” he said
She sighed in pleasure as she took a long sip. “This is exactly what I needed.” She shifted the cup so it sat firmly against her palm and laced her fingers around it. “I think it is working. They are listening to me.”
Ward couldn’t help smiling at her. “I knew they would.
