(Rhysette’s POV)
It was my turn to go out there.
My hands were shaking, and fear gripped me tightly as I said a quick prayer to the Moon Goddess asking her to send some help our way.
Those fourteen girls out there were counting on me.
Fuck, even I was counting on myself, but somehow, it felt reassuring to know that my backup plan was placed in a much higher deity.
I just hoped she didn’t fail me.
Kira and Amara apparently had not seen me humiliated enough, for just as I took the first step to climb the flight of stairs that would take me out onto the podium, I heard the words, “Wait. One last thing.”
Amara giggled as Kira attached a silver chain to the silver, choker-like necklace around my neck, and then I was led up onto the stage by it, like some lamp being dragged to s*******r.
