Chapter 28

Her legs moved in accordance with the haunting tone, she pushed herself with her feet off of the ground and did a wide twirl. The music was like a soothing balm to her soul and the steps came easily to her.

This was why she liked dancing The Swan, it felt similar to her own life. Trapped, unable to live life freely, to love freely and under a spell, most possibly for the rest of her life. She prepared to do the final quadruple arabesque when the music cut off suddenly, causing her eyes to fly open.

"I can't imagine why people enjoy shitty dances like this," Ryan said gruffly, his hands were tucked in his pockets and he was leaning against the entrance doorframe.

She cocked her head to the side and placed a hand on her hip, "When did you come in?"

"That doesn't really matter," He answered, walking further into the room, "I brought food."

He raised the lunch pack in his hand, the corner of his lips quirking up. She frowned when he settled beside where she stood, folding his legs as