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Chapter 28: The Chosen
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2025-05-26 00:10:23Davina's POV:
The air backstage at the Devil's Club was thick with the usual chaotic blend of hairspray, perfume, and nervous energy. The other dancers, their bodies already adorned in various stages of glittering undress, moved with a practiced ease, adjusting straps and applying last-minute touches of makeup. I moved amongst them like a ghost, my new costume – a skimpy, sequined number in a garish shade of purple that was lying on a velvet stool. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger: haunted eyes, pale skin, a stark contrast to the carefully applied glamour around me.
Devlin, her usual slicked-back hair even more severe tonight, paced back and forth, her phone pressed to her ear, her voice a low, urgent murmur. She ended the call abruptly, her gaze sweeping over th
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