with him, but knew it was for the best. He needed to get back
to his girlfriend and she needed to get home to rehearsals.
*****
After she returned from the Gathering, she
distanced herself even more from those around her. She snapped at
anyone who tried to talk to her. Before the first dress rehearsal
in the theater, Isaak pulled her aside and told her she needed to
fix her attitude.
“Or what? You’ll kick me out? Devin won’t
allow it.”
Isaak sighed. “Anna, this isn't you. You’re
not an ice queen.”
“How do you know, Isaak? Maybe this is
exactly who I am.” She stalked off and left him staring after her
in the hallway.
Devin was at her apartment waiting for her
when she got home that evening. He grabbed her around her throat
and pushed her up against the wall.
“I don't like having to come down here and
talk to you about your attitude, Anna,” he said through clenched
teeth.
She clawed against his grip and gasped for
breath as he held her there. At long last, he released her and she
fell to the floor. She grasped her neck and felt the tender skin
where Devin had squeezed. She would have bruises in the
morning.
“You told me you didn’t care what I did, as
long as I took care of myself and danced well.”
“Well, your attitude caused Isaak to call me
and ask if he could pull you from the Corps. I told him I would
speak to you and that it wouldn’t be an issue any longer.” He
pulled her to her feet by her hair. “So I’m talking to you,” he
snarled. “Fix your attitude or we will have another attitude
adjustment session.”
Anna burst into tears. Desperation made her
bold enough to speak out. “I don't know what you want from me,
Master. I’m trying to keep people away from me so they don’t
interfere with my devotion to you. If I’m nice to them, they start
trying to be my friend. I just want to go there and dance and they
won't leave me alone.”
Devin caged her chin and studied her eyes.
She could feel him reading her thoughts.
“Fine. I will take care of things. For now,
be polite and cold, but not rude. Opening night is this Friday,
correct?”
“Yes, Master.” She paused. “Are you going to
come?”
“I will be there. Did you get your dress?” He
released her chin.
Anna nodded. Ian had taken her shopping a few
weeks ago. The dress frightened her because Devin had insisted on a
red dress for the evening. It was slinky, strapless and low cut
with a high slit on her right leg.
“If you behave between now and then, I will
help you out.” He didn’t need to give the rest of the threat. She
would behave.
“Now go clean up. I want to fuck you before I
leave.”
Chapter Ten
Dress rehearsals ran all that week. The
entire company had morning class together on the stage, which made
it difficult to avoid her former friends. They didn’t seem to
understand she wanted nothing to do with them, so she just ignored
them when they talked to her.
Friday morning, there was more buzz than
normal. Anna figured it was just opening night jitters until she
heard the girls gossiping about a new dancer.
“Omigod, did you see his ass?”
“Is he gay?”
“He’s Russian. He doesn’t have to be gay to
be good.”
“And his eyes!”
Anna rolled her eyes and walked to the corner
of the stage where she got ready for class. The girls were starting
to get really annoying when Isaak clapped his hands for their
attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to
introduce you to our newest dancer, Peter Asimov. He will be
hanging around for the performances the next two weeks so he can
get to know you all and how the company works. He will, of course,
be performing in the Nutcracker with us.” Isaak went on to list his
impressive resume.
Anna looked up to see the girls watching the
new dancer with bright eyes. As she finished tying her pointe shoe,
she glanced at the new dancer.
And gasped.
Oh God, this had to be some sort of trick.
Standing not ten feet away from her was
Leslie Ford
Marjorie Moore
Sandy Appleyard
Linda Cassidy Lewis
Kate Breslin
Racquel Reck
Kelly Lucille
Joan Wolf
Kristin Billerbeck
Eleanor Coerr, Ronald Himler