reliable friends. Perhaps you'll

help keep him in check. God knows he needs somebody to

do that for him.” Yet as he spoke, Antonio's smile vanished.

He was no longer talking about a rakish playboy, getting into

scrapes for seeing too many girls. His voice was too serious

for that.

In check? I looked up. Who was this mysterious bad

boy Chance Cutter – and how could I manage to keep him

from getting into trouble? I had my own problems to worry

about – a new school, a new life, this new place – without

worrying about someone else's? Yet something about

Antonio's smile gave me a shiver. Did he know something I

didn't?

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Chapter 2

The conversation between Antonio and my mother

turned once more to business, and I took this as my cue to

make a graceful exit. As much as I loved my mother, there

was something about this place, this night, that made me

want to be alone. Alone to watch the fire-dancers, the

flickering of the flames. Alone to cast my eyes over the grass

skirts and the fluttering flowers, the muscled chests of the

shirtless dancers.

The feeling of uneasiness I had about Antonio's

Chance began to grow. I felt as if my body, my blood, were

reacting to something in the air – like an allergy, a sickness.

The fire, the music, the throbbing beat of the drums and the

pulse of the melody, seemed to course through my body; it

overwhelmed me. I walked closer to the bonfire, my body

aching to feel the flames once again close to my skin, to let

them singe and caress me so slowly, so gently...

The music grew louder. All conversation subsided as

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the drone of the music, punctuated by the ever-more-rapid

beat of the drums, took over. I could feel my heart beginning

to beat to the rhythm – the loud, long wail of the singers

mingling with this passionate pulsing as the drummers struck

their hands against the stretched skins of their drums, again

and again. The flame at the center of the bonfire seemed to

grow brighter; as I looked into its white-hot heart, I felt all

at once that it was calling to me.

Come on, Mackenzy, it seemed to be saying. Come

here. Come join us.

I took a step closer. I could feel the heat of the fire –

so hot now that my skin was prickling and the hairs on my

arm grew singed – and yet I felt no pain. I felt only a strange,

dull pleasure in the heat – a pleasure that grew as the music

grew louder still, echoing in my ears.

Come on, Mackenzy. Come closer. Come with us.

Without knowing what I was doing, I took another

step towards the flame, shaking as I did so. All at once, I

wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto the bonfire,

to catch my clothing alight, to burn, burn with the fire and

the passion and the magic of this music, of this sound. I

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wanted it to envelop me; I wanted it to become part of me,

to be one with the music and with the fire.

I took another step closer.

Suddenly, I was pushed back, coming back to my

senses as a group of masked male dancers made their way

onto the stage, their sweat-drenched bodies glistening with

effort as they began leaping and dancing into the air.

I looked around wildly, trying to figure out what had

happened. What had come over me? As I looked at the spot

where I had stood, so painfully close to the flame, so close

to danger, I was overwhelmed at my own stupidity. Didn't I

know I could have been killed? It would have been so easy

for a misplaced spark, a stray gust of wind, to set me alight...

And yet I had felt that force of desire within me, so

strong, so overpowering. I had wanted to get closer to the

flame. I had wanted to be burned. It was just exhaustion, I

told myself – I hadn't even finished unpacking, and the stress

of school tomorrow was making me nervous. I was just tired.

That was all it was.

The men's dance quickly distracted me. This was the

most skilled dance I had seen yet, an acrobatic set of jumps

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and kicks, as the dancers flirted with the flames, their feet

and arms lightly skirting danger every time their bodies

passed through the fire. One by one, the dancers were

reaching into the audience, pulling up women – mostly the

other hotel guests – to dance. They came – some reluctantly,

some (including one eminently flattered-looking woman in

her late seventies) with glee – eager to participate in the luau.

I tried to slink away as quietly as I could. The event

with the fire had unnerved me, and although I normally

loved to dance, I wanted to stay as far from the flame as

possible, lest that strange desire overtake me again. I looked

away, hoping no pairs of eyes would catch at mine from

behind the mask.

Yet one of the dancers seemed to fix upon me. His

face was hidden beneath a wooden mask decorated with red

and orange flames, but a look at his body alone was enough

to assure me that he was, without a doubt, the most attractive

of the men onstage. Even sparkling with sweat, his beauty

was clear. His body was not the lifeless chiseled marble I had

seen

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