[Meredith].
A few moments later, the drums changed the rhythm, deepening it, the beat stretching longer between strikes, as if the fire itself had taken a breath.
The dancers' movements followed, becoming slower and more fluid. Now, there was less laughter and more intent.
Before I could decide whether to stay seated, a hand reached for mine. I looked up.
A woman stood before me, her dark hair braided with thin strips of cloth, her smile warm and inviting rather than demanding. She held her palm open, waiting.
I hesitated only for a heartbeat, then placed my hand in hers.
The earth was warm beneath my bare feet when I stood. The circle welcomed me easily, bodies shifting to make space.
I let the rhythm guide me, copying the sway of hips, the rise and fall of arms. It felt natural and familiar in a way that settled deep in my bones.
Then, I became aware of Draven immediately. I felt his gaze like heat on my skin.
