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I barely slept a wink. The events of the previous night kept replaying in my mind. Over and over and over. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dark eyes and those shadowy swords. Because of that, I was up at six in the morning on a Friday—when I could actually sleep in.
I had my breakfast while browsing Netflix, not really paying attention to it.
I had to get myself tired. That was the only way to force myself to sleep—a deep, dreamless sleep. I could go down to the studio and dance. Dance until I was dripping with sweat, until I couldn’t lift an arm or a leg anymore, until I fell on the floor like a big blob. Then I could drag my sorry a*s home, fall in my bed, and sleep for real.
I went back to my bedroom and grabbed my dance tote. It should have everything I needed to dan
