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The time for the ball had finally, finally, come. Amara hated the fact that Lucas was willing and able to flaunt his power like this... but it was a chance to see other people. Possibly a chance to escape. Although, she didn't want a repeat of what had happened with Milo... She hoped he was recovering alright.Maybe it would be better to just play along and participate in the stupid flaunting Lucas wanted, and maybe he would be more lenient later. Either way, he hadn't asked her to choreograph another piece; that was one less pressure to worry about. Since Declan would be there, she could focus on him, simply dance in the moment, talk with people... forget that she was trapped for at least a short time.Knocking came at her door. "Amara!" Declan. "Amara Amara Amara Amara! The door's open, just open it! Amara!"She was at the door, but hesitated taking the handle. It was always locked, and sometimes shock-enabled. But Declan's voice spurred her to take it, and miraculously it was safe.
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Thirty-one - children in a fairyland
Eventually, Lucas came and escorted Amara to the ballroom. She was in a good enough mood that she almost didn't mind. She could certainly pretend it was a fine time, though. She entered the ballroom, smiling, and immediately was set upon by Lucas introducing her to scores of famous people. Dancers, actors, actresses... some of them she only knew from magazines, some she knew from movies or shows. Some she knew had been in various theaters. She never expected to ever even see them in real life though, let alone meet them.Lucas continued the introductions for a short time, and then left her on her own. She started to panic a little, but the people were very friendly, and those who weren't didn't stick around to sour the mood.After at least a half hour or more of this, her head was reeling. She loved it, but it was a lot. Laughing, wishing she had something for autographs, wishing she knew where Declan was... but knowing he was there, probably meeting actors and maybe even chefs. Amara
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Thirty-two - Damn Serenius
Amara had socialized and avoided the food, even though it looked amazing, but she did not avoid a bit of dancing here and there. It was wonderful, and the only thing really missing was Declan. Who should be there and was and she knew it. And she wanted to see him. And not. But not— She did. And she missed him and she didn't want to think about things— It was fine.She breathed out. Really, as soon as she actually saw him, it would be fine."Nienie!" Arms wrapped around her, warm arms, young arms, tight and muscled, attached to a young, fit torso and a voice that made her [body plus verb]. Declan. "Nienie," Declan whispered, voice terse, likely at breaking point and trying not to because they were in a room full of villains.She relaxed into his arms anyway. "Declan." She moved her head back and rested it against him, realizing that even without seeing him he could comfort her, help her. He was amazing and wonderful and she had missed him."You're alive. I-I missed you."She grinned ag
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Thirty-three - Dancing. Lucas. Declan. Serenius.
Amara woke up, on her bed, hearing a soothing tone of baladi music in the background. Relaxing. What? She had been angry... And she was sore—Dancing. Lucas. Declan. Serenius.Anger flaring, she jolted upright."Careful. The dosage my father gave you may have been off. You could be dizzy." Aurora."Yeah, really?" she snarked. Aurora. Amara did feel dizzy but she swung her legs over anyway, not about to stay down.Aurora sighed. "Your funeral. There's a thermos of hot chocolate for you."Amara scoffed at her and stood, and instantly fell to the ground, swearing."Do you want help?"She didn't have time for this. She exclaimed and kicked out, somehow not hitting anything. She exhaled irately. "Where."Aurora sighed and knelt in front of her on one knee, hand held out. "C'mon. Up you get. Back on the bed. I'll bring it over."Amara took her hand and pulled herself up, standing with the soreness which woke her more, but did not help the dizziness. She scowled. "Where is he?" she got out t
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter thirty-four - Knock knock
Declan sat in the chair, eyes closed, shaking. Nyxen had asked a question. Something about how he was feeling, how the evening went the previous night. In one word, horrible. Declan couldn't even stand to think about it, though his nightmares had been about the marriage night with Serenius. Declan shuddered and clenched his fists. Nyxen could read body language. Therefore, Declan let his actions speak louder than words ever could.Nyxen was quiet for a bit, maybe writing. "Was there anything positive you can think of? Even just one thing?""Amara looked absolutely stunning. Dupont was there. The food was delightful. I had gorgeous clothes on, so soft. I was able to dance. I got to help Amara get ready. I got a head massage." Declan opened his eyes and looked up at Nyxen, slowly unclenching his fists.Nyxen nodded encouragingly. "Good, that's quite a few things. Why were they good for you?""Amara sparkled. I didn't think that was possible in here. That was wonderful to see. Dancing, w
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Thirty-Five - They Were Free
It was a week and a half later, but Amara did manage to see Declan again. She'd been cooperative, enough. More than usual, actually. Because she didn't have the energy to fight as much. Or the will. Oh, she wanted to. But the fire behind it all was losing strength. That was probably the real reason Lucas was allowing her to see Declan; she was hardly even dancing lately.Declan was cooking now. Her stomach still churned at the thought of food, but she could deal with it to see Declan. And cooking was a way he dealt with stress, with life, with anything. If she could see him smile again, that would help her.She was escorted to a door to the kitchen, and allowed to open it herself. Declan was on his own, and didn't even notice anyone else existed. He had things on a stove, things on a chopping board, probably had some things scattered in places he'd forgotten about for the moment. And he had a spoon, was singing to it off-key as he danced between his work stations. Anyone else there wo
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The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Two - A Rainbow Collision
Declan hated Police Officers. Gendarmerie. Despicable word. No one at the place could take a joke. Too often any he crackedlanded him warnings. Honestly. Other people around him with light skin could say things without warning. He made a face at a Gendarme without thinking and received a glare inreturn. "Pfft á toi aussi!" he called after the officer."Eh, garcon. Troubadour! Un appel au teléphone!”Blinking, Declan turned to the voice with a shocked expression, wounded. Why, why were people so mean to him all the time. Garçon was especially rude. Merxx. He took a deepbreath and gave the gendarme a bright smile as he stood up. "Jarrive!" I'm coming. Declan walked over and into a room. Grabbing the phone, he said in English, "Declanspeaking, how can I help—""What in the hell were you thinking, pulling a stunt like that? Declan, sometimes I don't even know why I bother to ask you to help.”Declan sighed. "Mal, it's fine. It got settled, M. Dupont will be out tomorrow morning.” Mali
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