Raine refused to let the rumors sink in. If someone thought they could shake her, they'd be disappointed.
She rolled her shoulders, pushing past the whispers. They didn't matter.
What mattered was the stage.
The instructor clapped her hands. "Alright, let's see who actually practiced. Step forward if you're ready to perform."
Raine stepped up without hesitation. Zayne did too.
Of course.
The instructor smirked. "Ah, our top contenders. Let's make this interesting."
Raine met Zayne's gaze. He arched a brow. "Think you can keep up, sweetheart?"
She smirked. "Try me."
The music started.
The moment Raine moved, the world faded. The rhythm took over, every beat a pulse in her veins. She didn't just dance—she dominated.
But Zayne? He was just as sharp. Just as relentless.
Their movements clashed and intertwined, a battle disguised as performance.
By the end, the room was silent.
Then—applause.
But Raine barely heard it.
Because Zayne leaned in, voice low. "Not bad. But you're slipping, Raine."
Her blood ran cold.
What did he know?