Shattering glass, the crunch of metal, a cloud of explosive residue as the airbags launch, the screeching wail of agony.
The dust falls and the only man I’ve ever loved sits dead beside me. The legs I used to dance ballet are shattered, and I have nothing left.
Each opportunity to save myself turns into a worse betrayal, and I think I’ve hit my lowest when my old director tricks me into auctioning my chastity.
Much like my first ballet, standing on that stage changes my life forever.
Seated in the audience is my benefactor, my single greatest supporter, and when he buys me it means so much more than the first time I agreed to sell.
He wants me to walk again, to face the world without Pietro, but are there some bonds that can’t be broken?
