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Not like Red.
Not like when I lost my home.
A few seconds pass that feel like hours, time moving as slowly as us … At least until Blue stops in place, not caring that I’m still moving toward her.
When I’m within reach, I stop, the two of us locked in a stare that holds too much weight.
“You don’t even know me,” she answers. “Why do you care?”
She’s right, and this is weird as fuck. I can’t lie about that. I don’t have the words to explain what I’m feeling, much less why I’m feeling them.
But it’s there.
“How much?”
I won’t let my words fuck this up. So, I’ll keep asking the same question. I’ll keep the focus on her. Keep Blue in a position where she’s the one who’s talking.
“Two to three thousand a month.”
She says the amount like a challenge. As if it’s something that should shock me.
It’s pocket change.
“I paid four thousand to Patrick for an hour and a half of your time tonight.”
Her eyes widen, the shock I was supposed to feel clearly written into her expression instead.
I step closer.
“How much, Blue? How much will it cost for you to stay here?”
“Here?” she asks while gesturing at the room around us. “At Myth?”
Unsure why it matters to me that she remains a dancer here, I ignore the hard questions I can’t answer and charge forward in my plan.
I can think about the answers to those questions later.
All I need right now is for her to agree she’ll stay.
“Yes. I want you to keep dancing here.”
Bemused laughter shakes her shoulders.
“How much are you planning on paying Granger? Because that’s the person who’ll decide whether I can step foot in this place if I break things off with him.”
Not if I can help it.
Fuck! What the hell am I even doing? I’m acting without thinking, my need for Blue to stay exactly where I need her is driving me insane.
But goddammit, this is my place. My secret. And my escape. It won’t end until I’m ready for it to end.
Blue backs away, her expression twisting in confusion. She holds her hands up in placation, like it’ll keep me away.
“Just stop, Champ. This is too much for me to handle.”
Her eyes meet mine.
That makes two of us…
