I stand by a table of dessert, watching everyone dance in the dim light. The music blares from every corner, and I can feel the delicious beat fill me up and pound in my chest.
It's too late baby, there's no turning around
I got my hands in my pockets and my head in the clouds
This is how I do, when I think about you . .
For once I'm not the one performing, and I listen to Zeke and Travis' voices blend perfectly.
I never thought that you could break me apart,
I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart
You want to get inside, well you can get in line,
But not this time . .
You caught me off guard,
Now I'm running and screaming . .
He makes his way toward me, and I watch him get closer. Suddenly he's right in front of me.
"Hey, Warren," I say.
"Nightingale." He smiles in a careless sort of way and holds a hand out to me. "Can I have a dance?"
"I don't think that's the best idea . . " I say tentatively. I look around the room, looking for anyone who could get me out of this one. Nobody looks my way, and I sigh.
"What, are you scared?" His smile grows.
"Not at all," I say. "But you should be. If Eric catches you, you're gonna be either a few teeth lighter, or a few bullets heavier."
"I think I'll take my chances to dance with the legendary Nightingale." He laughs.
I smile and take his outstretched hand. "Okay," I say. "But just one dance."
Finally, someone walks up to us. I see Liz holding a drink in one hand and a black shirt in the other.
"Hey, princess. You seen Uriah anywhere? He's running around here somewhere. Topless, of course."
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The Nightingale: Wings of Ink
Teen FictionIt's two years before Beatrice Prior takes her first jump off the ledge into Dauntless, and Celeste is ready to leave Amity. Despite the mystery shrouding her older sister's alleged suicide after joining Dauntless, Celeste also releases her blood on...
