24. Starving beast

Pictures, way too many pictures, were taken. Way too many smiles have been shared, way too many hugs and hand shakes. All with people I definitely don’t know. But most of them looked important. Some more than I wished, since Killian insisted on introducing me to them, almost dragging me to their table.

Some seemed bothered by my mere presence, while some seemed to be delighted and even offered me some compliments. Few recognized me as Madelaine Malvak, the famous ballerina and even fewer were actually real fans of what I was doing. I could not deny that this made me a bit sad, but there was nothing I could do about it, just hope I would have the freedom and time to keep dancing.

But these were terms and agreements to be made later. As the night slips by us, I can feel Killian grow more and more agitated, tense and fidgety. He felt like a ticking bomb and being near him made me want to run the other damn way. While part of me wanted to lace my fingers into his hair and fuck his worri