A FEAST FOR A QUEEN.

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW. The arena showdown replayed in my head like a damn highlight reel, as the memory of her slaying Roxanne, Matt, and every other dickhead in this damn school pulled into my mind. Her voice was sharp as she answered the questions, and advanced to different levels like it were a breeze. She looked fucking glorious. And she fucking won, as I knew she would. Sloane was a mastermind in school. Every damn test, assessment was her playing field, and it rubbed off their feathers in the wrong way. The moment I overheard what went on in Whitley's office, I knew the best way to make them eat their shit was by letting her do it all on her own, with me behind her as support, of course. My girl. 'No, she isn't, you fool.' My subconscious whispered to me, and he was right. She was not my girl. Not really. Not yet, anyway. But she was mine already; she just didn't know it yet, but before we graduated, she would. When we walked out, Sloane's cheeks flushed red, still buzzing with