Maze (The Ballerina Series #2)

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nodded unable to speak.
    She
tilted her head. “I trust your judgment and I’m happy for both of you. But I
expect this to be a temporary situation and something more permanent to develop
sooner rather than later.”
    “Mom!”
    She
put up her hands in the air. “Don’t ‘Mom’ me, hon. If you’re going to commit,
then commit all the way that’s all I’m saying.”
    “I’ll
take that under advisement.”
    “See
that you do. Now what about your ankle and dance?”
    “I’ve
still got several weeks before the cast comes off but in the meantime I’m going
to do some chorography with Dante. We’ve been asked to do a piece to present
for Regional.”
    “Honey,
that’s fantastic!” She hugged me then pulled back. “I’m so proud of you. I know
you guys are going to win.”
    My
mom knew the importance of Regional; she’d taken me to quite a few of them when
I was younger.
    “When
and where is it? Dad and I would love to come and so would Bev and Ben.”
    “I’ll
send you the details if our piece gets chosen.”
    “Of
course, your piece will be chosen. They’d be crazy not to include anything you
and Dante come up with. Your work together is brilliant. So is this what you’re
going to do from now on? I thought you were also going to work on strengthening
your ankle so you could dance again.”
    I
nodded, feeling more optimistic about everything. “Yep. I’ll be doing that,
too. As soon as the cast comes off I’ll begin exercising it. Maze already says
he’s got plans for me, specific exercises he’s going to have me do.
    “That’s
what he’d mentioned at dinner. I knew I liked that boy. You’ll be up on pointe
again in no time.”
    “From
your ears to the ankle god’s mouth.”
    She
leaned forward and hugged me. “Okay, brat. Let me go fix dinner. Pasta cabonara
sound good?”
    “Perfect.”
Yeah, it was good to be home.
    My
phone chimed just as my mom closed my door. I had a text. I got my phone out of
my bag.
    Maze: ‘You get there okay?’
    Ivy: ‘Yep. It’s all good.’
    Maze: ‘Miss you.’
    Ivy: ‘Miss you, too’
    Maze: ‘Have a good night. I Love you.’
    Ivy:
‘ Love you too. Mwah!’
    Maze: ‘xoxoxo’
    I
put my phone down and went downstairs for dinner. I missed my parents but it
was always good to be home. I was glad when my mom kept the conversation away
from Maze and me and focused it on Bev and things going on with mutual friends.
The last thing I wanted to do was discuss my living arrangements with Maze. I
got out of doing dishes and went upstairs to get ready for bed. After I hung up
my clothes so they wouldn’t wrinkle, I picked up my cell again and called Maze.
I just wanted to hear his voice before falling asleep.
    I
got under the covers and opened my list of favorite numbers. The phone rang
once and went straight to voice mail. I frowned a little disappointed that I
couldn’t reach him, but left him a message. “I just wanted to hear your voice
before I fell asleep. I love you. Good night.”

 
    Chapter Ten
    Maze

    Lightning
flashed over the wing. The way the area lit up, I could have sworn the bolt
struck the plane but it didn’t do any damage. At least none I could see. The
flight during a thunderstorm was not a smooth one but finally I landed at
Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington D.C. After last night, I wondered if storms
were now going to rule my life.
    I
shivered. Cold. So fucking cold, and it had nothing to do with the weather.
Everything changed two nights ago. I took no pleasure in what I’d done, I
almost didn’t get on the plane earlier this morning. Feeling unworthy of Ivy.
But I’ve always felt unworthy of her. Like she was this diamond and I was well,
anything but, and now…
    I
looked down at my hands. There was no blood visible, but I could still see the
crimson there. And feared there would be more.
    Ivy
needed me by her side today, and I would be there. I just didn’t know for how
much longer. As I walked out of the terminal and caught

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