#Chapter 82: The Proposition

Asher For far too long, Elena had been allowed to make Cynthia’s life miserable. With rumor after terrible rumor, this girl had spread poison into the world, causing Cynthia pain and suffering. I still felt shame for almost believing her once, when my jealousy had blinded me into think Cynthia had other lovers she kept from me. By believing that rumor, I had hurt Cynthia myself. A mistake I would never repeat. Yet, though my outrage insisted I act, now that I was on my feet, my body swayed dangerously. The team had been right not to let me practice just yet. I still wasn’t at one hundred percent. Whatever drug Joseph had spiked my water bottle with had been potent. Cynthia noticed my unsteadiness and stood, grabbing my arm. “Sit. Please. Elena can wait.” I hated giving into this weakness, but Cynthia’s pleading eyes soothed the harshest feelings of defeat. So, following her urging, I returned to my seat. Cynthia pressed the back of her hand to my forehead, checking for a fever