FREYA
I turn in the direction of the sounds and see Troy with a bleeding hand. Our eyes meet just for a second and I notice the fire in his. Something I haven’t seen for a while now.
A crowd of people surrounds him at once, trying to help and completely covering him away from me. And Desmond pulls me back to the dancefloor. Another wave of gasps erupts as this is our second dance in a row together. Something that only married and engaged couples can afford.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper to him, taking the necessary pose.
“What, are you worried that my brother would see you?” his face is void of emotions, but I can tell that he is angry again. The music starts and so does our dance.
“Not at all,” I say and try to change the subject, “But you are aware that what we are doing ri
