Sloane's POV
I shook my head. To me, she was nothing but noise.
What she really ought to worry about was this: if she failed to win Wane over tonight, how would she keep her precious spot in that little clique of hers?
She'd spent three years bullying others. Maybe now it was finally her turn to taste a little of that pain.
I brushed at my clothes, like being in the same room with them had left something dirty on me.
Five minutes ago, I had no problem with them.
Even this morning, when they passed us all smiles and glitter, I thought they were kind of cute. But after what we just saw? I'm sick of them.
Vanya's voice cut through my mind, sharp and cold.
"You're right," I said quietly, steady. "From now on, we get to judge them. Bullies deserve it."
Then tonight, let's fight. You a
