Lahat ng Kabanata ng C R E A T U R E: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Asya turned her from head side to side, inspecting her reflection carefully. No smears, no smudges, no streaks. Taking a calming breath, she applied a final coat of lipstick and took a small sip of her iced coffee. The last three days had passed in a glorious blur of relaxing on the beach with Julian, dinners on the terrace, continental breakfasts and rehearsals. Ivan had played nice, but she still avoided him when she could, which proved fairly easy since Julian was practically allergic to him. 

Asya rearranged her breakfast for the umpteenth time with her fork, moving the strawberries to the left, the waffle to the right, and rolling the blueberries between the two sides. Sinking back into her chair she exhaled heavily and wondered if the muesli she'd already had was enough. She'd enjoyed the hotel's continental breakfasts for the last few days, especially the fresh fruit and pastries, but she couldn't keep being so careless with her eating. They were going back today, and she ne

Roman lounged lazily in the leather chair in Bastian's office. The artistic director had asked to meet with him, presumably to discuss his roles for the upcoming season, a conversation Roman had been dreading ever since arriving in London. He'd been firm in his contract, adamant that he wasn't doing big stages for a while and that he needed time to rest and...Straighten out his personal life. Small performances were helping to keep him in shape, but he wasn't ready for the Opera House.&nbs

Roman smothered an irritated groan into his pillow and pulled the covers over his head, desperate to drown out the city's noise. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, unable to sleep a wink. With an indefinite amount of time on his hands, he'd thrown around a few theories to try and explain his insomnia. Homesickness, which was unlike him, but maybe. Indecision about Bastian's offer, which was unlike him, but maybe. Or the ballerina at the centre of it all, unlike him,

Roman fled to the auditorium. He couldn't look her in the eye. Not now.What was he supposed to do? He couldn't, he couldn't get through to her, couldn't get her to come to him, trust him. Instead, she just runs back to Ivan, falls at his feet, gives herself to him and eats out of his hand even though he'll later choke her with it.