Elina liked the sound of dancing in the stars. For the first time, she allowed herself to fully relax.
"Dance with me, my heart. I believe I have pulled enough information out of your mind to lead you in a waltz." Damonq said, putting the oar down. The canoe glided by itself over the water to the dock nearest the boathouse.
It was darker and more secluded.
He stood up, balancing easily, and held out his hand to her.
Elina hesitated. They were still in the canoe and if she moved wrong, they could both fall into the water. He might be right – that she could swim – but she didn't want to test his theory there in the dark.
"Elina. Really? You think I would allow you to fall into the water? Especially since you're afraid. That would be cruel. I'm capable of great cruelty, but never to the woman I love. Give me your hand." He held out his hand to her.