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MYLA
I watch my husband leave the ballroom with the guy who calls himself Truman.
Hades, you are going down.
Lincoln and I have a plan to do just that, too. I run through all the stages in my mind. There are a lot of risky bits, but the best part is the crasha-banga-booma ending where TH gets his ass kicked. And how much will I enjoy watching TH go down? A f**k ton. And that’s a whole lotta-lot.
Octavia steps up to my side. “Shall we walk together to the Eminence?” She’s wearing one of those looks where you can almost see smoke coming out of her ears.
“I’d love it.”
I exaggerate my waddle-walk so we hang back from the crowd. A series of wide stone corridors lead from the ballroom to the Eminence. Once we’re out of earshot, Octavia whispers to me in a voice that no one else can he
