iot
room door s
Open the
tell he knew something was off, maybe not the whole truth,
ov
ocked the door, and my
ok you s
ng. Ch
o Sebastian. "What the
favorite rival,"
hen do y
past him and left w
ut did I manage to br
" my teamm
in
n't loo
the cham
rabbed his bag. "Coach w
ll shaking. Sebastian knew. Six years of hiding, a
ck, careful not to run into him. Not seeing
unlocked the door, went inside, locked it, then checke
yed, yes. Angry, constantly. Afraid-no. Tonight
in the mirror: dark hair, freckles, pale skin. Nothing abo
ressants. I took one, then stopped with my hand still shaking. I'd already taken an extra a
self. They'd worked for six years. They'd gotten me through every medical and every phy
night, and sponsors that would walk the second they found out. I'd known all of it when I start
ng would
ace came back, the look when he sme
I muttered. I
ed with an un
lock your d
A second message f
hings ge
ho'd called me that tonight. But the messages didn't feel like him
ped
is t
ing
. Nothing looked out of place. The windows and doors wer
ng Coach wasn't an option either. What would I even say?
wrong. The suppressants were workin
an the
stian got close. I didn't under
ding didn't feel l
with my heart pounding
ph
The door was still locked. I went to
sat across
topped for
astian was looking straight at my win
know where I lived? I'd n
in, this time from
lready has a
y-two
commissioner g
file. Someone knew. And Sebastian was
p again-his nu
nstairs,
lk before the
e window. He wa
on I trusted least was the only one standing b
y jacket, t
ow did he know the
dlights
uzzed one
e ten m
at the locked door, and I wa
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