Chapter 17 The Spotlight and the Shadow

Sloane takes a step toward me, the metal trophy gripped tight in her hand. The white tulle of her tutu rustles like dried leaves. She looks perfect, a vision of Academy excellence, but her face is twisted with a frantic kind of greed.

"I'm not playing, Zora," she hisses. "I saw Caspian slip out. I ...

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