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Switch, spin, turn.
Evan’s hands trace on my waist. Down around my legs.
I bend back, hands behind me, flipping over, Nadia and Serrah catching me. They toss me back into his arms again. Evan hooks his elbows under my armpits, swinging me around, full circle, and again.
We spin all the way to the ground, our bodies entangled.
I flip over, whipping my hair along his chest, up into an arc and down my back. Right on the downbeat. The other dancers hit the floor in the same instant. Crumpled. Destroyed by my emergence.
The angels’ games turned her into a demoness.
A dark goddess of sex and lust. That’s our story. The corruption, the betrayal. The revenge.
He’s left in her grasp, helpless.
In love.
It rings a little too close to home, but I'm too caught up in the moment to think about that. It’s the last day and we’ve been practicing non-stop.
He finally told me what it is we’re training for.
The Sinner’s Ball.
It’s the culmination of the city’s entire structure, setting up alliances, conversations that would otherwise never happen between people who would never interact.
Additionally, the party allows for every participant to completely divest themselves of rules and social strictures for one night. Utter freedom.
It sounds ridiculous. And fun.
Almost as ridiculous and fun as the last two weeks. It’s the hardest I’ve ever worked for anything. Every hour of the day is either devoted to rehearsal or to helping Evan plan the event, from food, to entertainment, to the shuttles that will ferry every guest to the secret location.
It’s been somewhere different every year, always a mystery.
This time, Evan has pulled out all the stops. And the location is the centerpiece he is most excited about. Of course, it’s also the one thing he won’t even give me a hint about.
I can at least attest to the decadence involved.
Based on the mountains of requisitions, payments, and reports I’ve sifted through, and the amount of money that's gone into this event, it’s going to be monumental. Unforgettable.
Especially our crowning performance.
I land on my knees, towering over him as he lies stretched out before me, defeated. Right before I collapse on top of him and the music crescendos to a shattering halt. I feel tears streamed down my cheeks as I lie across his chest.
This is the first time we’ve rehearsed it from start to finish.
Evan huffs a half-laugh, exasperated.
“What?” I giggle as I lift off him, fold backward in half, flipping my feet over to stand.
“You,” is the only answer he gives.
He’s right.
I can bend like I never have before. My moves are fluid, powerful, Evan’s even more so.
And we are fucking awesome. Every single member of the crew.
It's the most amazing production I've ever been a part of. Not that I've ever performed in a production. But I've helped design them for my dance class. Assisted them from backstage at recitals and shows.
