"Dance?" Iris repeated, bouncing on her toes. Her little wolf ears twitched with anticipation.
Ren looked down at the toddler. He was thrown off guard by her enthusiasm to watch him dance.
Did the child see him while he was dancing, while in her mother's stomach?
Even Roxy was shocked.
His eyes crinkled in warmth, and he smiled.
"A request from a lady," Ren murmured, snapping his fan shut with a flourish, "cannot be denied."
He stepped into the center of the courtyard, and everyone was quiet in anticipation.
Roxy's mates were indifferent, though Torian was the most grumpy.
"But a dance requires music," Ren noted, looking around the silent garden. "And since the Tiger King only knows how to roar, I suppose I must improvise."
He raised a hand. A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard. It caught the bamboo wind chimes hanging from the eaves, creating a cascading melody of wooden notes.
