Fear. She felt the same way he felt, but she was afraid of it.
He grasped for a way to his explain his comment. His eyes landed on his mentor and the woman beside him. “I always knew Bran had a thing for that library assistant with the blonde and purple hair,” he said quickly. “See him over there, chatting her up?” He twirled Violet beneath his arm once more, feeling her fear melt away.
He let the truth sink into his being: She felt the same way he did. The same way.
He couldn’t contain his joy a moment longer. “This is getting boring,” he said. “Let’s give the old people something to talk about, shall we?” He spun Violet away from his body, holding tightly onto her hand, then reeled her back in. He caught her before she could smack into his chest. Without warning, he dipped her down lo
