Chapter 12 – Luna
Chapter Twelve
Luna
Once again, Jack had no idea what he was asking—and I had no idea if my Master was listening in. I really wanted to tell him—or, hell, just someone—but not if it meant my Master would kill them a second later, or choke me out to stop me from talking.
And if what Jack didn’t know about ballet could fill a book, chances were he hadn’t heard about progressive chromosomal brain disorders.
I could still try, though. “Ballet’s a living art form,” I told him carefully, on our way back out to his vintage muscle car.
“If people stop performing a dance, it can become lost to time. And even when dances are being performed, no two of them can ever be fully the same. Sometimes the performers are different, sometimes the crowd watching is different, sometimes you’re a different person watching, you know? ”
And Jack was now watching me across Betty’s roof, in that quiet way that hungry vampires had—only when he was doing it, I didn’t have to be afraid.
Not tonight at least.
“Like snowflakes?” he offered at long last.
“No,” I said, shaking my head and getting into the car. Snowflakes weren’t alive. “More like mayflies. They’re meant to be appreciated in the moment—but not worth giving up my whole future for.”
“If you say so, Luna.” He got into the car beside me, and we both put our lap belts on. “There’s a beauty in mortality, you know.”
“Says the man who’s trapped in time,” I scoffed, and he chuckled.
“So Nilesh, eh?” he asked, putting his car into gear.
I blushed furiously, grateful for the darkness inside his vehicle. “And back to ballet,” I said sternly, and he laughed outright.