Page 143 of The Last Namsara
“Do you promise?” he whispered, seizing her wrists and pulling her close.
She nodded.
“Ah, but you made me another promise once and you never came through on it. So how can I trust you?”
Asha frowned. “What promise?”
He placed her hands around his neck, then slid his arms around her waist as a honeyed hum rose up from the depths of his throat. It was the song he’d just been playing. While he hummed, he led her in the steps of a slow, three-beat dance.
“Torwin?”
“Mmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Dancing with you.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Well, you’re about to learn, aren’t you.”
Asha smiled as his song filled the air around them. She laughed as she tripped over him when he tried to lead her in the steps. Soon though, her feet found the rhythm. Soon, she was twirling through the sand.
He pulled her back.
“You’re beautiful and precious and good,” he whispered. “And I love you.”
Asha looked up at him, there beneath the stars, and found herself starting to believe these things were true.
Maybe Greta was right. Maybe everyone did have a song in them—or a story. One all their own. If that were so, Asha had found hers.
And here she stood at the beginning of it.
