Taken (Chapter One): Dasha
Taken (Chapter One): Dasha Dasha skated to the edge of the rink where Viktor was waiting for her with a cup of hot cocoa. “How’d I do?” She asked, leaning over the rail. He pecked her on the lips. “Great, baby.” Dasha pouted, “Be honest with me, I need to know what to work on for the junior states next week.” “Well, your landing on the second double axel was a little weak,” he said. “But you can work on it tomorrow, I made dinner reservations at 6:30 and it is 6 now. Go change and I’ll meet you outside.” Dasha walked to the dressing room and took of her skates. She put on a pair of leggings over her leotard, which was dark pink with sequins, and a black sweater over that. She slipped …