Chapter Thirty-Two
***Mila***
“I’m so glad that we could all be gathered here today in order to see what Bastianna has planned for us this season. This will be a year of power, a year of winning, a year of taking back what it rightfully ours! Together we can be at the top, to rule what has always belonged to us!” Clarice yells, sounding a lot like a motivational speaker. What does she mean by taking back what is rightfully ours?
I think your mom is batshit crazy, Amara says in my head.
I’m worried she may be right.
The crowd cheers, erupting into whistles and screams.
“We will take the seat at the head of the table!” She yells, enjoying the crowds interaction with her. “We will have all the power in the world!”
“What is going on?” I whisper to Rafe, my heart racing. I feel like
