AMBER’S POV:My hands wouldn’t stop fucking shaking, and the ice cold glass of water sitting in front of me wasn’t doing shit to help.The air inside the camp’s main athletic lounge felt thick enough to choke on. It smelled like floor wax, leather, and the heavy, suffocating scent of my own impending social execution. Outside those frosted glass windows, the rest of the camp was sleeping, dreaming about getting scouted by the European leagues or landing prime cheerleader spots.Inside here? I was trapped in a fucking slaughterhouse."I’m waiting, Amber," Hayden said.His voice didn't sound like him. He was sitting on the edge of the leather sofa, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. His knuckles were raw and white, and the sheer, radiating heat of his fury was practically burning through my skin.Next to him, Stephen looked like a fucking ghost. He wouldn’t even look at me. He just kept his eyes glued to the floor, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear h
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