Page 447 of Axis of Fire

Right.

He had.

I'd completely forgotten.

"I'm delighted to see everyone gathered here tonight."

Azriella's warm voice echoed effortlessly across the plaza.

No microphone.

None was needed.

She stood proudly upon the marble stage, her gaze sweeping across the enormous crowd.

"Now..."

"I invite the Strongest Twelve to officially open this year's Selection."

Applause thundered through the plaza.

One after another, the members of the Twelve descended toward the dance floor.

Seris stopped beside me.

He wore a midnight-blue tailcoat embroidered with glittering threads that resembled blue flames dancing across the fabric.

"I've always loved this tradition," Seris said.

I barely heard him.

A tall blonde woman with warm bronze skin was already making her way toward Airis with effortless confidence.

Jealousy pierced straight through my chest.

She looked stunning in her vibrant orange gown, tailored perfectly to her figure.

"Who is she?" I whispered to Stasia.

"Bestla Monclair."

Her answer was short.

Flat.

"They're..." I began, but Loretta interrupted before I could finish.

"I've always wondered who gets lucky enough to dance with one of the Strongest Twelve."

I shot her a puzzled look.

Seris noticed.

"There are two more women than men among the Twelve," he explained.

I nodded.

Determined not to look toward the dance floor again.