Zezolla stopped too, apparently recognizing that something was wrong. “What was that?” she said. Xxnx The daughter of her father’s second wife pushed Zezolla down these steps. He’d never done a waltz in his life. You’re not exactly a prince, of course, but magic likes names. He was graceful and assured and, my God, were they waltzing? “I’m at these things constantly. I want to—”
“I have to go now!”
There was something terrible in her voice. “Was it something I said?”
“No,” she said. I’ll greet the new arrivals as they come in, he thought. He couldn’t move. “What I told you upstairs is true: My Zezolla is dead. I want to see you again. “What you asked: take you to your lady love.”
As Raj slid into unconsciousness the slipper fell from his hand. The tea she’d served him had gone cold, but Raj drank it anyway.
