Lachlan offers his hand, small smile in place.‘I’m used to it.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Dancing is fuckingwonderful.
Not at first.
Definitelynotat first.
Kade is self-consciously shuffling from one foot to the other, arms by his side, glancing around to see if anyone’s looking and somearebut most aren’t.He hisses mean curses at Lachlan, who laughs, charmed by Kade’s bad mood.
‘No one cares,’ he tells Kade.‘They’re all the main character in their little stories.You be yours.Do whatever you like.’
‘Gee, thanks for the wisdom.’
Kade is angrily shuffling and counting the seconds until he can give up but then the song shifts into something with a deeper bass and heavy drop, and his adrenaline kicks up as if he’s fighting.A couple of people come dance to this new one, or maybe they just needed Kade and Lachlan to be the first, but either way, with people around them and this new song playing, Kade leans into the rhythm and closes his eyes.
This is where it starts to feel good.
Hips swaying, body moving naturally, arms high, doesn’t matter,doesn’t matter,nothing matters so everything matters.Kade laughs, runs a hand through his hair and gives in.
And the bodyguard makes it allsomuch better.
Lachlan’s not a good dancer by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s solid and strong and Kade can kind of dance up on him if he likes, which hedoes.He likes pushing and testing and measuring all this man’s reactions.He wants to time the gaps in between when his throat contracts and he does that littlesoft blink, lashes fluttering.
The rhythm calls to Kade like a siren to the sea, like all rivers to the mouth of the open ocean,come crashing home, my love,and all water obeys the moon, doesn’t it?What evenisthe moon?A broken shard of earth who could not let go.Bright call of the dead sister makes waves, wind, andwildness.
She whose light cannot sustain but calls monsters to rise.
Kade laughs, arm around Lachlan’s neck.
His castle was sand.
His world a titanium box.
His backbone of truth a fairytale fallacy.
Kade lets the music take him.
He thinks the name he’s heard so much in the last forty-eight hours.
Jules.
Julian.
Jules Penhalyx.
Who the fuck is that?
It doesn’t feel like him.
He isKade.
Kade’s the fucking best.
Unstoppable.Unbeatable.
Powerhouse.Machine.
