Capítulo 77: Chapter 75

The sentiment erases my frown as Vance takes my hand, spinning me into an effortless twirl. Laughter bursts from my chest as we fall into a spirited rhythm, moving together like kindred spirits existing beyond this plain—transcendent from time. The crowd, the pounding music, the heavy air—all of it dissolves. I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard, the kind that makes my stomach ache. It feels reckless and free, like dancing on the edge of a precipice, daring the world to pull me back or push me over.

"You dance like a politician at a rally," Vance teases, his grin crooked and charming, his voice giddy with the haze of the moment.

"And you dance like you're about to go into cardiac arrest," I counter, breathless and grinning.