The drums pulled them together, their rhythm settling deep into Laura's chest as she moved, and Dante moved beside her with an easy grace that made the complicated steps look simple as he showed her the pattern—three steps forward, a turn, back again, hands reaching up toward the moon.
"See? You've got it," he said as she matched him without thinking, her body moving before her mind could catch up, and she realized with a strange jolt that dancing with him felt natural in a way nothing else had since she'd arrived here.
Around the fire, other dancers fell into the same pattern, their movements echoing hers and Dante's, and the steps grew more intricate as the drums built to something wild and primal, but Laura found herself following instinctively, her feet knowing where to go as long as
