The Devil You Burn For.
amp. His eyes flick to Theresa with th
?" he asks, voice cold
ke she's been caught mid-crime. "I forgot t
ot really. Just barely a
this i
ut of reflex. "Pl
d silent, and stalks toward the nightclub
u
g up against him might get them accidentally killed. We follow in his
I mutter un
ays with a shrug, like t
ore Slohovics than
blinks
say it all the time, one of my classmates in England. Total movie nerd. She
ed to Italy to be near y
t was the only way
us like stones. My lips
murmurs. "Did
eaks. Theresa flinches when she sees it. She opens her mouth,
l we?" I loop my arm throu
lub swallo
spine, and syncs to my heartbeat until I can barely tell where I end and the beat begins. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and that electric musk o
ng, laughing, colliding. It's less a club and m
be here," Theresa says
o
er wrist and t
e, wa
ing for your Slohovic?" I
widen.
ght. Let's make it count." I forc
ery direction. It's like stepping into a sauna that breathes. My dress clin
sway. One-two, left-right. The rhythm takes over, relent
crawl into me, like something illicit and primal. My body remembers these moves like muscle memory soake
ast time I let
that once felt good. No parti
empt
ise and sweat, the ache returns. The hunger. It c
skin like static.
n my
here
e
ith that molten gold stare that pi
ears. The lights bl
fascinated. Maybe both. My pulse kicks. My thighs clench. M
y legs, up my curves, over the rhythm of my hips. Heat
wd shifts, a
voice slices throug
ed. Her forehead is shiny with sweat, a
drag her back into the rhythm. I press my hips against
eakly. "What
her back, then spin around an
er. "Elise, I need to g
the freedom. "I was jus
, I'm
r, flushed cheeks, damp temples, e
know what
The dance floor releases us with a final shove,
e," she gasps, pushing
o the bar. "I've got
of motion, but I catch
tosses a tiny plate between
e it might bite her. "I d
my thumb and finger, sprinkle it with salt, and grab m
a brow. "Is tha
y if you wan