Miles stood watching the girl as she danced. The music was soft and sweet. The girl seemed the same. She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as she danced but her movements were so very graceful.

“Hi,” he whispered as she walked by. When she looked up at him, their eyes met and he saw they were wide and dark, like a doe’s. “Sorry,” he added. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She smiled slightly and shook her head. “You didn’t scare me,” she whispered. “I can’t talk to you here though.” She spun away, as graceful as she had been on the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd.

“Who was she?” Emery asked as he rejoined his brother.

“I didn’t catch her name,” Miles asked. “But she’s really scared of… something.” He stood and headed in the direction the girl had gone. He may not have anything to go on but the girl’s emotions and an inkling of her thoughts, but she needed help.