Aira’s POV
“Would you care to dance?” Knox asked me.
I could tell as he held out his hand that he was loath to touch me. That was okay. The feeling was mutual.
But, the Moon Goddess must have put us together for a reason. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? I should at least give him a chance.
Yeah, right, the jaded part of me piped up.
I reluctantly took Knox’s hand.
Knox led me out onto the dance floor and took me delicately in his arms, holding me in the exact proper position to be decent. He then did all the proper steps without even thinking about them.
“So, Aria,” Knox started.
“It’s Aira,” I replied, a flash of annoyance burning in my gut.
“Aira?” Knox echoed.
“Yes. A-I-R-A. Air-uh,” I said.
“Right. Aira. It seems the Moon Goddess has a sense of humor,” Knox stated in a tone tha
