Nyxion’s POV

“May I?” I asked, my hand stretched forward in invitation. Aerila glanced up, her gaze softening the moment she realized it was me.

She smiled and nodded as she placed her hand in mine, and I pulled her gently to her feet. I led her to the dance floor, though my eyes drifted almost immediately to Naeris and Aeron.

“Nyxion?” she called, and I reluctantly tore my attention away to look at her. Her brow lifted in question as I settled my hand on her waist, and ...