Chapter 158 Katerina
- HE LEAPS ACROSS THE ROOM, his reflection copying him in the floor to ceiling mirrors. One spin, a second and a third, before he bends forward, arms stretching long enough they give him the illusion of being taller than he is.
- When he finishes his last pirouette, Ruslan faces me with his eyes ablaze. Some of his dark hair is stuck to his forehead.
- I clap enthusiastically. "That was wonderful, Ruslan!"