Chapter 4
Koragi remained next to the dais as the ballroom floor filled with dancers and the sounds of the celebrating city men and women surrounded her. She compared herself to one of the chickens that sometimes escaped the coops back home, only to get lost in the sea of sheep in the next field—and these sheep were perfect porcelain dolls with deceptive smiles and piercing eyes. Tense and uncomfortable, she kept her arms folded in front of her and slowly brought her attention back to the dais. Tebanis met her eyes and she instantly dropped her gaze. Her ears burned when he stepped down from the dais and approached her. He drew her gaze back up when he cleared his throat softly.
“You do not seem to be enjoying the ball,” he said.
Koragi exhaled heavily. “I don’t really belong here, Teba
