Selena woke up already on the attack before she opened her eyes. The room seemed too small, as if the walls were closing in on her, and the dress she had chosen for the night before weighed heavily on her memory. She could still taste the bitterness of success—that smile of satisfaction that had appeared when Kade took the cup, when her hand had moved away without guilt—and at the same time she felt the hot dread of someone who knows that the perfect scene can, in the blink of an eye, ...