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A letter is tucked behind all the images.

Hey,Skyler!

Just wanted to send you these pictures from our AMAZING night together in the club. ;) The Keeper is so happy you’re helping Ghost to pay his debt. Welcome to race circuit, Skyler Jennings.

- XOXO Giselle.

I would…

I should wake Foster up.

But I don’t.

Instead, I hide the folder underneath my pajamas in the nightstand and crawl in bed besides him.

I’m done with the fucked-up fear tactics.

Fucking done.

Tears rolls down my cheeks as I nuzzle my face against his back.

They say there ain’t no rest for the wicked.

But here I am, not wicked, and restless.

What does that say about me?

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Tonight’s the night! It’s our ballet recital, and we’ve all worked so hard perfecting the routine.

A storm is brewing, a special thanks to hurricane season ruining Foster’s chances to be here. But I get it; he has a debt to pay, and I would be there with him if not for this performance.

The last performance, I crashed. This one, I plan to soar.

It’s really come full circle, and I’m dancing on the balls of my feet with excite—“Recital is cancelled.” Grace frowns.

A collective gasp fills the studio. “Why?” we pout.

“The tropical storm flooded the Marquee.”

Shit.

This was such a dream for Grace for us to perform in such a historic stage.

“I’m so sorry, girls. We’ll have to postpone.” Grace’s usual swan-like aura trails behind her like a shadow in defeat. I can’t stand to see her like this; she works so, so hard for me and these girls. We’ve all worked so hard.

Kate nudges my arm. “Call Warren’s mom.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t she say that room would be hers? It’s perfect.”

“You’re a genius.”

I step away, returning with wonderful news. “Okay, we’ve got a venue.”

Maria looks at me. “So why does your face look like that?” She gestures to me.