Kin's pov

I hadn’t meant to stop. Truly, I hadn’t.

My boots were carrying me toward the eastern hall, the list of tasks I needed to check for the ball already spinning in my head. But when I passed the dance room, I slowed. The faint sound of footsteps, laughter, and the scrape of shoes against the polished floor caught my attention. Caleb must’ve been at it again, drilling Verity on those endless steps.

I smiled faintly, ready to push open the door and tease him for being such a ...