ALIONA'S POV
My face blanched, as reality set in. Sophia appeared from the crowd, her face glowing with glitters. She rubbed her hand against the egg she was holding.
Green spread through my core like poison.
She was wearing the same dress as I was. Sophia grimaced. “Famous for only twenty seconds, before realizing you were being played all along…” She rested her free hand against Zane's shoulders. “Aliona, sometimes you make being punished a walk in the park,”
Mystic fought for dominance, clawing, and twirling. ‘Let me teach this b***h a lesson, Aliona…’
‘Not today,’ I said, my tone wary.
She hissed, still hovering on the surface. I was holding Mystic hostage in a weak cage. But by bit, the mental chokehold was breaking off.
I jolted back to real life, when someone threw an
