“I get it, Ivan. Without me, you can’t compete. Trust me, I get it. I know it. I’m not planning on screwing you over. I didn’t mean to get sick and screw up starting our choreography. You know I’m sorry.” The look he gave me…. “You’re my friend, Jasmine. Not just my fucking partner. Don’t give me that bullshit.” I reeled back at his tone and watched his face get furious. “I want you to be safe because you matter to me.
