The citrus scent lingered, settling into my nostrils as I inhaled.
A haze settled in my mind the moment I inhaled the scent.
I became even more certain of it.
The candles...
They were the reason this was happening. It wasn't the food or anything else in the room. It was the candles. It had to be the candles!
Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!
Moving with the dance, I began to sweat. The rhythm quickened, and with it, so did our steps.
"Keep dancing! Don't stop! You mustn't stop!"
A voice slithered through the air alongside our movements. I couldn't tell where it came from, but it was unmistakably female. It was sharp, shrill, and dripping with a certain chill that made the hairs on my neck rise.
"Dance! Dance—!"
Our movements hastened.
I started to breathe more heavily.
'This is not sustainable.'
I could feel my stamina draining rapidly, even though I had been hitting the gym regularly lately. How long was this going to last?
