Lara's POV"Get out! We don't want you here! Leave! Get out!"The shout that was gradually turning into some half-baked protest continued from the audience, but I was so unshaken. Instead, I started clapping my palms slowly, giving out the most nonchalant energy you could ever imagine … the kind that said I had heard everything they were saying and found none of it worth a single nerve ending.One by one the voices began to die down. Not because anyone called for quiet…I guess because they must have noticed. As they could see that I genuinely gave the least care about any of it, and nothing kills a crowd's momentum faster than a target who refuses to be a target. The energy my look on.,,..... of a protest needs resistance to survive, and I was not offering them any. So they petered out, one voice after another, until the room was mostly just the sound of people realising the performance was not landing the way they intended.The clapping stopped.Then, I turned to Raina.Because she wa
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