Chapter 3The next day when Christopher went to the club to rehearse a new number, he couldn’t keep Cato, and what had happened out of his mind. As he turned, jumped, and lost himself in the music, he gave it his all until he looked up and saw Cato’s reflection in the wall-to-ceiling mirror. He whirled around, but no one was there.
“Christopher! Pay attention to what you’re doing!”
“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he said as he quickly got back into step and began kicking up his feet.
“I’m sorry to be such a tyrant,” the dance instructor said to Christopher when lunch was called, “but this is the Dance of Blood. It’s very important that you pay close attention so that you don’t trip on the large silk fabric you’ll be handling all through the dance.”
“No problem,” Christopher said. “I’ll do better thi
