Lilieth

A liar. That's all she is.

Beaming, she tilts her head to the side. The other contenders walk right past us, their eyes on us both. The way they're looking at me suggests that there's something they know that I don't.

This has to be a prank of some kind. A last attempt to get me to leave on my own or better yet, make me pack and go home all by myself so I'll be ambushed.

The possibilities are endless.

"Hm," she says, pouting. "I bet you thought that you were going to be the chosen ...