Chapter Fourteen
His heart beat heavily as he watched her spin, twist, and float almost thirty meters above the floor. He didn’t care that there was a net about halfway up. It was his mate and she looked so – beautiful, he had to admit. When she went from spinning by one ankle to spinning from her neck, her arms and legs gracefully arching in different directions, he thought his heart would stop.
After several minutes, she climbed up onto the hoop. He was in the process of starting to breathe again when she reached out and grasped a bar that had been tossed to her. As she jumped off the large ring, it disappeared into the ceiling, leaving her swinging back and forth. She flipped up until she was holding onto the bar by her ankles only, leaving her hands free.
“Gods,” Manota muttered.
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