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Did. Like hedid.
Because if that arsehole wakes up the same as he was before he took off to that fucking cabin, we’re going to have an issue. One is not a part of his present or his fucking future, however brief.Christyis.
“I will repeat this one more time. Twelve’s death had nothing to do with Christy. Is that understood?”
One blinks rapidly as she tries to regain some equilibrium. “Apologies, Master. This is all such a shock,” she says, her hand fluttering to her chest. If she thinks for one second I believe her little act, she can think again.
The tension in the room rises as One struggles to figure out the best way to act in this situation, whilst the rest of Numbers deal with their genuine shock and sadness at the news. Three leans into Seven’s embrace, Six is comforted by Five. The triplets huddle together, soundlessly crying. Even Four and Eight hold each other’s hands, shock and fear plastering them to the spot. Two reacts much the same as One with disbelief and suspicion, and I can’t help but wonder when she lost the ability to feel compassion. Was it before she arrived here like One, or did we strip it from her over the course of her life with us? Eventually One pulls herself together and gestures at Six who is sobbing quietly.
“Six will take Twelve’s place, she can learn the aria. That is if the ball is still to go ahead of course?”
“Yes, it’s still going ahead,” I confirm.
“Good. But we still have the issue of Two underperforming and Three unable to perform. Without Twelve, we’re stretched thin. I’m not positive we’ll have a show worthy enough for the ball.”
“Then I’ll dance,” Christy offers, her chin tipped up defiantly.
“No!”
“Ineedto do this.”
“No,” I repeat, glaring at her. “It’s out of the question.”
“You had no problem with me performing in the last show,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest.
My anger flares, and I have the sudden inexplicable urge to put her over my knee and spank her arse for daring to fight me on this. “That was before!”
“Three can’t perform,” she says, calm in the face of my anger. She glances over at Three, giving her a supportive smile. “And she shouldn’t be asked to until she’s completely recovered. I can do this.”
Shaking my head, I grip Christy’s upper arm and walk her to the other side of the studio, backing her into the darkened archway we were standing in before. I don’t give a fuck what the Numbers think.
“Out of the fucking question,” I hiss, my anger uncorking. “You go up on that stage and you’ll be the centre of attention. Do you know how fucking beautiful you are? How fucking alluring? Jesus, Christy, you turned our heads didn’t you? The people who’ll be attending this ball are not the kind of people you want attention from understand?”
“Konrad, thishasto happen,” she whispers, pressing her palm against my chest and urging me to understand. Her ghost eyes blink up at me and I see the truth in them.
My fucking heart plummets. This has to happenbecause she’sseenit.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, having the sudden urge to kiss her, to press her against the wall and ravage her mouth with mine and forget everything but us. Her fingers curl into my shirt and she meets my kiss half way. Drawn to me as much as I’m drawn to her.
I kiss her with fierce possession, grasping her hair and forcing her lips apart with my tongue. She kisses me back with apologies and secrets on her tongue. It's a desperate kiss that hardens my cock with desire, and I know if I don’t pull away now I’ll fuck her against this wall with the Numbers listening on. Stepping back abruptly, I let her go, and with one last lingering look, she steps around me and back in the room.
“I will learn Three’s dance. I will perform at the ball in her place,” she says, and my newly beating heart fucking chokes on its own blood.
