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Elle
Did I just whistle and yell my lungs out on live television?
Why, yes. Yes, I did.
Maybe it wasn’t the slickest move in the universe, but it did stop Alec from casting his spell. That’s got to count for something. Plus, I have Alec’s full attention now. Sure, we’re only staring at each other across a busy stage. Even so, connecting with Alec again is like being able to breathe freely after choking for air. I’m alive once more.
Straightening my shoulders, I walk down the windy stairs. After a few yards, the spotlight sets on me. The acoustics are odd up here. I can make out the faint sound of an orchestra playing, but it’s tinny and far off.
The massive screen behind me comes to life. An image appears. It’s the first frame of the video that I just took backstage. Thank you, Co
