Twenty minutes later, I was freshly showered. And yes, in case you're wondering, I absolutely took my sweet time lathering every inch of my body until I was convinced every microscopic germ had met its end, if only to spite Zahori.I stepped out of the shower and glanced at myself in the mirror.My long brown hair clung to my body as water dripped from the strands. My eyes looked tired, almost as if the weight of this entire situation was dragging me straight into the pits of hell.My parents had been frauds.My brother had been captured.Nicholas was about to compete in a deadly tournament.And to top it all off, some bastard wanted to dress me up like a prized pony for everyone's entertainment.My life was rapidly turning into a complete disaster, and honestly, I was coping the only way I knew how: sarcasm, bad jokes, and sheer stubbornness.I was still fuming over the idea of having to wear this ridiculous outfit when a knock sounded at the door."Michelle, I hope you're ready. I s
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