He said he hated you, or so he thought. Maybe it was because others always wanted you or because you were the only one he couldn’t predict.

The music swelled, and you spun with it, your dress flaring at the hem. You weren’t searching for anyone. When the music stopped, you dropped into the lap of the warlock in front of you, just as the rules dictated. Across the circle Dorcas beamed triumphantly, she had Nick, just as she’d warned you she would.

But something shifted beneath you. The warlock under your hands shimmered and vanished. In his place sat Nick, smug and infuriating.

“Well, looks like we’re a match after all. Enjoy my little trick?"