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・C H A P T E R 6・
Asya shut the door behind herself, exhaling heavily and rolling her eyes dramatically.
God, he was a pain.
After the little episode with Roman, Ivan had been nothing short of bloody childish. Normally she en
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Asya fled hastily out of the rehearsal room, hurrying down the busy corridor before she could be cornered by anyone. She honestly wasn't in the mood for either of them. Still stuffing things into her bag she made for the foyer, scanning faces to see if she could find Julian. Him she could tolerate. Maybe they could grab some lunch together in the cafeteria and she could vent a little.Ivan had been a pain during class, as usual. And after last night, Asya found herself unable to look Roman
C R E A T U R E ・C H A P T E R 8・
Asya collapsed gracelessly into the reception hall couch, letting out a dramatic sigh.Finally.Closing her eyes she inhaled the salty scent carried in by a breeze through the open sliding doors and let it settle in her palate.
C R E A T U R E ・C H A P T E R 9・
Clad in a fluffy bathrobe Asya flopped down on the bed and splayed her limbs across the soft covers. She'd taken a long, indulgent shower to rinse the ocean off her, which proved quite the experience in their affluent bathroom.Julian had gone in after her as a result of his catastrophic volleyball skills, which she wasn't allowing him to forget anytime soon. If there was one thing she didn't particularly excel at, it was losing. Anything.
C R E A T U R E ・C H A P T E R 10・
'Chassé forward and look over the hand.' the ballet master corrected Asya's arm, lifting her palm slightly. 'Tendu side and side, close front.'Asya looked dead ahead as she finished the combination, refusing to meet Ivan's gaze where he stood across from her. That man didn't deserve her energy, not today. She'd deal with him later, or never. Whatever she felt like.
C R E A T U R E ・C H A P T E R 11・
Asya turned her from head side to side, inspecting her reflection carefully. No smears, no smudges, no streaks. Taking a calming breath, she applied a final coat of lipstick and took a small sip of her iced coffee.The last three days had passed in a glorious blur of relaxing on the beach with Julian, dinners on the terrace, continental breakfasts and rehearsals. Ivan had played nice, but she still avoided him when she could, which proved fairly easy since Julian was practically allergic to him.
C R E A T U R E ・C H A P T E R 12・
Asya stepped daintily onto the dinner table, running her eyes seductively over the crowd. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she wrapped her arms around her torso theatrically, propped her one foot onto pointe and waited for her music to start.This solo had been given to her to prove herself.
C R E A T U R E ・C H A P T E R 13・
Asya rearranged her breakfast for the umpteenth time with her fork, moving the strawberries to the left, the waffle to the right, and rolling the blueberries between the two sides. Sinking back into her chair she exhaled heavily and wondered if the muesli she'd already had was enough.She'd enjoyed the hotel's continental breakfasts for the last few days, especially the fresh fruit and pastries, but she couldn't keep being so careless with her eating. They were going back today, and she ne
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