FLETCHER'S POV

I drove Bianca to the center of the square where others were moving.

"Perceval, put on something slow!" I shouted to one of Viola's mates who was going about as the DJ for the night party.

"It made sense to you, chief!" He replied.

After a second a sluggish tune began playing. I set a hand on Bianca's back and one more on her hip, then pulled her nearer to me. She didn't avoid contact, however she didn't put her head on my chest by the same token. We rocked delicately to the music.

Our eyes met. Her turbulent eyes looked perplexed.

"I really don't despise you, Fletcher."...