Rhea got shoved out of the room, a knife digging into her neck, just as a staffer walked by."Ah, Miss Cliburn, you're just in—"He froze. His eyes locked on the blade, face draining."M-Murder! Somebody call the cops!""Move and she's dead," Glenna snapped. "Take us to the stage. Now."The guy was frozen solid, but Rhea shot him a calm look. That did it."O-Okay," he stuttered. "I'll take you."The curtain went up to wild applause—then chaos.Spotlights hit, and everyone saw the knife. Gasps. Screams. People scrambled to leave."Nobody moves!" Glenna barked. "Doors are locked. You run, you die."She yanked Rhea forward, pressing the blade deeper.Blood seeped down the gown, and Rhea's head started to spin."Say it," Glenna hissed. "Tell them who you really are. Tell them what you did to me!"Hank bolted up from his seat. Couldn't sit still anymore."Don't move!" Glenna shrieked. "One more step and she's dead!"Her voice cracked, wild and shaking."Say it! Say it now!"
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