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I glance up, and our gazes clash.

I ignore Apollo’s intense stare, which is hard. I don’t want to see his pathetic reasoning for choosing Laura. So what if it will bring the peace of your kingdom, I couldn’t care less right now.

Laura and I share a little special bond at that moment, and I hope she reads this loud and clear.

It’s on, bitch.

I’m going to make it hurt.

Chapter 11

If I could put black football lines under each eye, I would. The urge to chest pound someone and scream in the air like a rugby player is intense.

“Mort.”

She is sitting in the corner of our tiny room, talking to Pierce. “Yes, insufferable human?”

I take a breath. “We will be able to pull this off, right?” I glance at her, biting my lip. Why did something tell me that this decision would change everything?

“I sure hope so. Pierce seems to think this is your chance to turn the tables, as Laura did to you last night.” She glances at me with a little smile and eye roll.

“I think Pierce is just excited to finally make you a dress. He said he has been up all night with the design. I helped some. I think you’ll like the heels I pick out.”

I grin like a feline with a yellow bird in her paw.

Laura and Queen Irena made the request that I do not attend any more royal functions for fear it would upset the King of Galleon. My eye color is offensive, apparently.

Laura is playing hardball, but I’m a very good batter. I keep my eye on the ball.

I’m going to smash it out of the park tonight.

I know you’re wondering what we’re up to, and I will get to that in a second. I told Charming to do his worst—meaning his best, of course. If I go down tonight, I want it to be in flames of glory.

We are locked in our room tonight, but no biggie. My roommate can fit through the keyhole and unlock it from the drunk guard.

Well, Mort will put create-barb in his drink. Apparently, the plant’s essence will put a horse to sleep. Mort has a lot on her plate as well as me. If one messes up, the plan fails.

We have spent the last three hours preparing for this scheme. I could get ejected from the game entirely if I become publicly executed—lifeline activated and ejection from the challenge.

Bringing scandal to light is very dangerous because there are a lot of evil people who need it hidden. Somehow, I feel like Laura will fight to the death/ejection because Apollo seems to bring the crazy out in females.

It’s the eyes and hair.

I’m not fighting for Apollo, though. Not anymore. I am here to help Zora and Fairy Godmother Inc., and to bring Laura down with explosions and fairy dust.

When this is all finished, I want to look like one of those marathon runners who throw all of the crazy amounts of colorful powder. A hot mess, Fairy-Godmother-style.

Then I will find a microphone somewhere and drop it while a bomb explodes behind me. It’s always good to have lofty goals on a risky mission like this.

The goal is to get Laura’s champagne glass tonight at the Garthorn Royal Masquerade.

Yes, I said masquerade, ladies. (I talk to an invisible audience sometimes. It’s fine. I am aware that it’s not healthy, but I don’t care).

We are infiltrating the system. I will be unstoppable, and vengeance will be mine, for all I see is the color red.

I just pray Pierce did not construct me a gown in pink. I’m not in a pink mood, no offense to the color. Hard to be a badass in light pink, in my personal opinion.

Mort will then give Laura’s glass to Destiny, who will have access to the medical sector. Mort had a chance to speak to her this morning when I was cleaning the toilets.

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