“You’re on in ten,” Demi said, not looking at her. She was already stripping off a mesh top, revealing a ribcage that moved like a concertina when she breathed.
The door swung open. Demi Sutra entered like a small, sharp storm. Her real name was Dana, but nobody backstage had used it in years. She was smaller than September, all angles and ink, with the weary eyes of someone who had learned to read a crowd’s hunger before they did. -Swallowed- Demi Sutra and September Reign -27....
September nodded. Twenty-seven wasn’t the end. It was the first breath after holding it too long. “You’re on in ten,” Demi said, not looking at her