I took a deep breath, fixed my gaze on the narrow window directly in front of me, and launched into a double pirouette to pick up momentum. One, two, fouette turn, another, another, another, pirouette, pirouette, what the hell, let’s go for eight, fouette, fouette, seven, eight, pirouette, fourth position, arms open.
Botched that last pirouette a bit. It had been awhile.
Saiman and Curran stared at me.
“Do you need a shovel to help you pick up your jaws off the floor?”
Kate Daniels - Magic Binds by Ilona Andrews



















