Chapter 48 The Ballerina

• "This place is crazy, Aleksander." When I tugged her hand and she turned to face me again there was a frown on her lips stressed by her furrowed brow. "I shouldn't be here."
• "No, you should." I yanked her hand and pulled her against my side. "You're with me, and this is where I am. We're just going in for dinner. It's nothing big."
• "Easy enough for you to say." She grumbled under her breath and the front door opened.