Chapter 766

"What the heck is he doing?" Mavis shot Oliver a suspicious look.

Norton squinted, thinking. "Is he...dancing?"

Uriah stared at Oliver, just as lost. After a long pause, realization hit him. Wasn't this Silas's deadbeat dad?

"Wait, isn't that Oliver?"

"What's that jerk doing coming out of Silas's room?" Uriah's face darkened, annoyance clear in his voice.

"Who?" Mavis turned around.

"Silas's actual father," Uriah muttered, narrowing his eyes.

"That guy?" Norton's expression soured too. They'd all done their homework on Silas's background. His dad had a reputation, and none of it was good.

Seeing Oliver in person just confirmed everything they'd read. If he was here for Silas, nothing good could come of it.

Just as they were about to step forward, Calliope and Silas emerged from the room, right behind Oliver.

"What's happening to me?" Oliver's voice trembled. His arms and legs were jerking uncontrollably. The movements grew wilder, almost like he was breakdancing at a New York block party.

"What're you doing? What did you do to me?"

with tangled strings, his eyeballs rolling weirdly just

knees bounced, and he started spinning in place, all without his

"Somebody—get in here! Now! Number one, number two,

rushed in. The sight that

uh... what are

"Are you dancing?"

of dance is

"Is that... tap dancing?"

it's breakdancing!"

moves like that at his

The

watched in awe as

's limbs twisted and

cuss them

hard to

"Morons...#%$@#..."

saying?" one guard

shrugged. "I think he said, 'If you can dance, join in! If

for whoever joins in!" Calliope added, clapping along with a dead-serious

the guards' eyes like Christmas

swarmed Oliver, clapping

He wanted to scream, but all he could do was glare at them, which

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