I see it then—the interest flickering in his gaze. I thought he came to track me—the real me—down. But he’s not. He’s back here because he has a thing for my alter ego. Power surges through my body, crackling like lightning. There have been so many moments at Redwood Prep when it felt like the light at the end of the tunnel was getting smaller and smaller. So many moments when all I wanted was a chance to level the playing field. I haven’t had many opportunities to get back at the great Dutch Cross. Now that a door is open in front of me, I feel bold. There’s no way I’m letting this moment
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