The startled look Thor had given her when she slipped her arm through his hadn’t escaped Ruby’s notice. If anything, it earned the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of her red lips. Only then did she realize she’d fallen into one of her old habits again—something she had
with her shoulder before her grin returned in full force.
“Though friendship with the Festival Queen comes with certain risks. Spontaneous gifts, unexpected invitations, far too much food, and apparently being dragged onto dance floors.”
She looked ahead toward the lively
returned.
“Which means you’re officially out of excuses, Thor.” Her ruby-red eyes gleamed with playful triumph. “You still haven’t answered me.”
Ruby gave his arm an affectionate little squeeze.
“Does the King of Asgard dance at Yule?”
Several days.
Ruby stopped walking.
For a heartbeat, she simply stared at Thor as though the King of Asgard had personally bestowed upon her the greatest revelation in all the Nine Realms. Then delight swept across her features so completely that there was no hope of concealing
exchange, which songs everyone knows, what people wear, whether there are competitions…”
She paused.
Slowly, Ruby looked up at him.
A positively wicked little smile appeared.
“And you said there’s dancing.”
The unfinished business from their earlier conversation had