[Day 6, Dec. 25 – Wintermist Island]
Octavia
How the hell is that possible?
Nathan had rejected Devil’s Moon outright, dismissing it with a cutting remark about how it wasn’t a popular trope.
His words were still seared into my memory:
“This won’t sell.”
Yet here it was, winning the most prestigious contest of the year.
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as the pieces refused to fit together. After Nathan’s dismissal, I’d searched everywhere for the manuscript, but it had vanished.
Did Dave take it?
He must have.
But why?
A whirlwind of emotions churned in my chest—confusion, frustration, and a faint undercurrent of disbelief.
Could Dave be trying to steal my work?
No. That didn’t make sense. Dave wasn’t the type to plagiarize. If he’d wanted to take credit for it, he w
