Cynthia POV.

“She is the one. The one you have all been dying to know about.”

Sinacore stunned everyone by walking straight toward me. He held my shoulder with one hand, smiled mysteriously and confidently, and turned around to face the swarm of reporters. His auburn messy hair and emerald eyes shone like wildfire under the afternoon sun.

A hushed silence suddenly fell over the media mob. They stood baffled, bewildered, ...