Amelia's POV

The cell reeks of mold and stale air, and I've been staring at these gray walls for hours.

'They think this is over. They think locking me up means they've won.'

My nails dig into my palms until I feel blood.

The twins chose her. That pathetic, broken little bitch with her pink hair and victim eyes got everything I worked five years for. Everything I deserved.

'If I can't be Luna, she doesn't get to be ...