Ariella
Dancing with Reese is like in my dreams. He holds me as if I mean the world to him. Respectfully too since my parents are here and we have rules about waiting for our mate. Though with as much as Mom lets me see Reese, I suspect she knows he’s mine. I dream about him every night and he never leaves my side when we are together.
“Are you having fun?” He asks me softly. We’ve been dancing near his brother to insulate Tessi after those strange fireworks a few minutes ago.
“Yes. I like dancing with you.”
“Then maybe you’ll save most of your dances for me tonight.” He smiles hopefully.
“I could be persuaded I think.” Before he can say anything, a scream rings out. Every face around us immediately becomes intensely alert. I search the crowd for my parents. I can’t reach either of
