Food and wine flowed, plentiful and rich, exposing Myla to delights she had never imagined. She tasted cake so light it was like eating a cloud and puddings so sensuous they embodied lust. The absence of evil heightened everything. Taric fed her bites from his plate he thought she would enjoy. She far preferred the taste of his lips to any offering. Musicians crowded the night with rhythm and song. The echo trembling in her belly, Myla laughed. How strange to have a vibration outside that rippled through her feet and up her legs. Beyond the table, dancers enthralled her eyes, swirling and whirling in dizzying patterns, never missing a step. Bryton and his Kat, as he called her, clung to each other. The melody turned frantic, each spinning faster and faster until Myla thought sure they’d fly apart. Instead, he stopped her abruptly and kissed her in full view of all. Katina merely tossed her head back and laughed into the night. The sound of joy rang from her throat and she wrapped her arms about his shoulders.
