She pulled him into the fray, their bodies slipping between the other dancing adventurers.
Kara placed his hands on her waist and smirked up at him.
"Relax," she said. "Just follow my lead."
As the tempo of the music softened, the wild cheers and clinking of bottles and cups of ale gradually died down, replaced by murmurs and hushed laughter.
The magic ball floating above the crowd dimmed, casting a soft glow around the hall as the enchanted lights twinkled like stars.
It was time for a slow dance.
Zayn stiffened slightly as he realized what that meant.
It was one thing to be dragged into the chaos of the festivities, but slow dancing? That was a different kind of vulnerability.
Still, Kara didn't give him much time to think.
Her hands slid over his shoulders, her fingers light yet steady, as she positioned herself close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body.
Zayn inhaled deeply, grounding himself as his hands remained firm on her waist.
