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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

"I will win," I say as I straighten my back, bringing the back of my hand to my face to wipe the moisture away. "I will pass this trial and the next, and then the next until I get my wish. And I will have you back," I continue, leveling him with my gaze.

I can't see his expression. I can't tell what he's thinking or how he's reacting to my pronouncement. There's only the wild swirl of shadows that move around like tendrils of darkness. They sway in the air, destroying any semblance of a bodily contour. The wind picks up, the coldness of the air more biting than before.

Streaks of shimmery mist appear within the shadows.

"Nikki..." I whisper, my eyes wide.

I take a step forward. He walks farther away from me.

The swirling tendrils speed up until only small black particles remain. One moment he's there, the next he's gone.

Just like that.

A loud noise explodes in the background, the sound echoing the agony in my soul. My mouth falls open as pain slices me in half. He's mad at me. I swallow hard as I hug my arms to myself, hoping for a modicum of warmth.

He came with the cold, and now he stole my warmth, too.

And even though my determination doesn't falter, my spirits plummet until all I can feel is desolation.

Coldness and desolation.

TWENTY-FIVE

Still rooted to the spot, I'm so caught up in my own despair that I barely realize someone is next to me. A figure looms over me, and I slowly lift my gaze up, frowning at the familiar face. She's the girl from the club, isn't she?

"How did you get here?" she demands, a disgusted expression on her face. Black hair and equally dark eyes, she's wearing a cute costume that's cut in the back to make way for her beautiful white tail that even now sways from side to side.

"Huh?" I frown.

I stare at her, not comprehending what she's referring to. Is she mistaking me for someone else?

Behind her, I note three men with protective stances, glaring at me. She's not the only one who has a tail. The others do as well, only theirs are a combination of red, black, and white. I'm not sure what exactly they are, but maybe I should ask Thea to give me a lesson on all the species that I'm likely to encounter in this competition.

"It's her." She points at me, looking back at the other men. "She's the one who touched my tail," she accuses.

My eyes widen in shock.

Getting to my feet, I give them a shaky smile as I put my palms up.

"I didn't. It was just a misunderstanding..."

"A human touched your tail?" One of the men growls, taking a step forward.

What... How the hell did I get myself into this?