Submit To Me
she says before slipping into the chaotic crowd.
Arching my neck, I take a huge pull of my drink. It burns perfectly, like I'm swallowing fire. But it's what I want.
"Katerina," Fabiola presses me. "What are you going to do?"
Sighing, I put the glass on the table, turning it slowly in a circle. "I'm out of ideas at the moment. Mom really wants us to sell the studio. In fact, she said she already has someone coming to make an offer, but I told her none of that is happening. Dad worked so hard to keep that dance studio in good shape before his passing. I can't let his sacrifice go to waste."
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