Ryder’s POV

Stacy’s performance had clearly been a boo boo as her dance partner could not keep up with her high expectations and twisted his ankle in the process.

Ness and Chester had managed to blow a few teasing wolf whistles among the crowd while the others booed at her. Those fuckers. Nghh.

Ours was the last performance and Aira was currently tying black silk ropes around my wrists and instructing me.

“When you go on that stage, Ryder, I want you to give ...