chance to blow off some steam.”
“That sounds like a lot more fun than my last date,” I said, but then I blushed when I realized that there was no way this was a date - not when Ian was trying to deliver me to another guy. Ian tried not to smile at my awkwardness.
Ian took my hand and suddenly we were in front of a huge stone mansion. It was not quite a castle, but this family had some serious wealth.
Ian took my hand and led me into the large house. I wasn’t expecting the blare of music and the people cheering as we entered the main hall. There were thousands of candles lighting the dark room and people everywhere were dancing to loud, upbeat music.
“Would you like to dance?” Ian shouted to be heard over the crowd.
“Um, I kind of failed my dance lesson with Gelsey,” I said.
“That’s okay,” he said, and I thought he was going to let me off the hook, but then he continued, “with me it will be different.”
Ian held me a lot closer and a lot tighter than Gelsey did. It was easier to dance with him because he just kind of pulled me over the floor alongside him. I didn’t have any choice but to follow his rhythm. Suddenly, the song changed.
“Oh, this is a tough one to dance to,” he said, “Step on my feet.”
“You want me to step on your feet? Why?
Ian grinned, “That’s the only way you’re going to keep up.”
I smiled back, almost against my will. It had been a long time since I had had fun - with anyone. I was surprised to find myself wishing that I could marry Ian instead of the prince. I snapped out of my thoughts and realized that Ian was staring at me. I hadn’t spoken out loud, had I?
“What is it?” I asked crossly, trying not to blush.
Ian leaned forward, and I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me, but he seemed to stop himself. He took a step back and said, “I have to get some fresh air. You stay here. I’ll be right back.” He walked away quickly and I wondered if I had done something wrong. I felt awkward just standing there, so I started walking around the huge hall, watching the dancing couples. Most of them were fairies like Ian, but there were also some creatures that I wasn’t sure about, like the man covered in blue and green feathers chatting up a woman clad in golden scales. Some had wings while others had tails or horns or various other features. A fairy with a long purple ponytail and pretty blue and purple wings handed me a cup.
“You have to try this,” she said, “It’s goji berry punch, imported from the human world. I opened my mouth to thank her, but she was already talking to someone else. I hadn’t really realized it until now, but I was really thirsty from all the dancing, and even though I wasn’t supposed to drink fae beverages because of the magical properties, this drink was from my world.
I raised the clear glass of purplish liquid up to my lips and drank the punch way faster than I had intended to. Before I knew it, I had another drink in my hand. I drank this one more slowly and I realized that the punch was spiked. I had been dealing with so many burdens for so long. I had never really lost control, let loose. Before I knew it, I was dancing by myself in a very human, ungraceful style. Totally oblivious to my surroundings, I didn’t notice that I was being watched by a very tall male fae with hair so golden it looked like it was made of metal.
“Hello,” he said, approaching me, “I’m Bael.”
“I’m Eri - Tara,” I said, feeling stupid for almost revealing my real name.
“Would you like to dance, Tara?” he asked me, and I shook my head, even though I knew he had seen me dancing just seconds ago.
“Then let’s go for a walk outside,” he said. Normally, the warning flags in my head would have been going off in my head, but those were temporarily dulled by alcohol.
“Sure,” I slurred, and Bael put an arm around my shoulders and led me outside. Then he did something that surprised me - he began to