Page 131 of A Court Bright and Broken

“We’ll see about that,” I said, and we began to move to the music.

As it turned out, the little bit of practice I’d done the night of the ball had served me. I didn’t step on Stellon’s toes once.

The song ended, and he smiled down at me. “You worried for nothing. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you grew up in the house of an Elven nobleman.”

“Wellthatcould not be farther from the truth,” I said. “But thank you.”

“Shall we keep going?” he asked.

I was a little shocked by how much I wanted to. I nodded, and he led me in the steps of a new dance.

Blame it on the music, I advised myself. But honestly, it felt incredible to be this close to Stellon. It always did.

I always wantedmoreof him.

When he’d begun his confession about having a glamour he was embarrassed to talk about, I had fully expected him to tell me he had sexual glamour. Instead, he’d named an entirely different one.

Still, I wondered.

“Is it possible for Elves to have more than one glamour?” I asked.

“It’s possible, but not common,” he said. “I have heard of a few. No one’s quite sure why that happens—most of us have only one.”

“And you?” I asked, tentatively. “Do you have only one?”

He nodded.

“Are you sure?”

A quizzical smile touched his lips. “Quite sure. Why do you ask?”

My cheeks heated, and I looked away. “Just curious.”

When I braved looking at Stellon’s face again, he was staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

His head shook back and forth slightly. “Nothing. You just remind me of someone—or I should say, she reminded me ofyou.”

My heart lurched inside my chest then kicked into a rapid rhythm he could probably feel, as closely as we were pressed together.

I knew who that “someone” was—Lady Wyn. Was he finally figuring out my dual identity?

“How so?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

“Well, she was beautiful, though not nearly as beautiful as you.”

I rolled my eyes.

Stellon dipped his head and lowered his voice. “And she was shy the way you are at times.”

“You think I’m shy?” I asked.

“It seems that way when you blush and avert your eyes. Or maybe you just don’t want me to know what you’re thinking?”

I shook my head. “I’m an open book.”

“That must be why I love you so much,” he said and lowered his mouth to mine as if he was about to kiss me.

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