The House of Grey- Volume 5 Read Free

eventually increasing the pace and the tempo of both the music and the dance. The girl flittered, towards the far side of the floor meandering in no certain direction but coming to a stop on the far side of the room. Her body was quickly becoming a whirlwind of action with powerful leaps and acrobatic spins. She moved with all the conviction and freedom of a wild animal; the dance was masterful and inspiring and perfectly attuned to the flow of the music. Suddenly, an abrupt movement called attention to the boy, unnoticed until now. It was understandable. The girl was so captivating that there did not seem to be room for anyone else. Monson’s focus on the boy was brief as the girl was now deepening her movements, making long, sweeping motions with her arms and legs. Frenzied leg kicks accompanied the music as it built to its all-important climax. On the other side of the floor, her partner took up a stance in the same spot the girl had begun her dance, and then remained completely stationary. Attention shifted back to the girl just as she completed a set of delicate turns.
    Everything around her seemed to freeze. Monson did not know if she caused it or if it was his reaction to her beauty. He tried to keep his focus.
    This girl ; it was as if she was abandoning herself and all the freedom she had gained in the violence of her struggle. She was going to throw it all away, but for what? He attempted to figure out the answer; it seemed very significant.
    He did not find an answer.
    The girl turned on one foot a great distance away from her partner. She ran towards him, and as she neared him, tossed herself into the air, colliding with him just as the music reached its peak. Monson gasped; to him the lines that defined the two dancers as separate people seemed to fade, begetting a wealth of new emotions and possibilities. They melted together as one. The female dancer’s relinquishment of her independence told Monson that he, that boy, was her rock, her foundation, meant not only for support, but for enlightenment. He was everything—her everything. 
    The three boys held back a breath of anticipation as, for an instant, all seemed well between the two dancers. The two just stood there, the boy cherishing the closeness and the girl hanging on for dear life. Then something caused their emotional connection to falter, and with it, their physical stability.
    The boy broke.
    He tumbled backwards, falling on his butt and taking her with him. It was then that Monson finally recognized her.
    “Cyann?” he breathed to himself. He was at an absolute loss for words.
    “Is that who I think it is?” asked Casey, his voice reflecting Monson’s own thoughts. “That couldn’t be the elder Harrison, could it?”
    “I think it is.” Artorius strained on tiptoes to get a better look. “I didn’t know she could be that feminine. I’ve never seen anything like that. And coming from Cyann….”
    “Hello, is someone there?” said a voice sounding from below.
    The three boys ducked as they realized that they’d been talking a lot louder than they’d intended.
    “What is it, Cyann?” asked an overly bright and obnoxious voice .
    “I thought I heard someone on the balcony.” Cyann’s voice sounded as calm as ever. “Boston, you don’t think someone’s been watching us, do you?”
    Casey mouthed, Boston Timberland? No way! He then put his finger in his mouth indicating his desire to vomit.
    Boston did not miss a beat. They heard him spin around on the balls of his feet.
    “Cyann really, can you blame them?” Monson could actually hear the cocky grin in the boy’s voice. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to watch?”
    “Yeah, especially that last part.” Cyann’s tone was noticeably sarcastic.
    Boston’s next words, inaudible to the audience on the balcony, sounded breathless. Cyann had that effect on people.
    “Shall we take it from the top?” she asked, apparently losing interest in whatever she had heard. “We don’t