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CHAPTER 45
~Spring's POV~
I saw the phrases flash across screens as I passed.
She plays. She wins.
Queen of the Undercourt.
Spring Kaine, master of Nerve Roulette.
And the one someone had tagged across the music hall walls in glowing ink:
She made the Sly go shy.
I walked calmly through the campus—no head down—and hoped the school authorities would turn a blind eye to their escapades.
But leave it to students wanting to be mischievous, especially since Madelyn, the school's female bully had gone down.
"Did you see her face?" another voice carried on. "It was epic the way she played."
"She didn't even flinch," said another and I smiled. I did a little.
"Vice Prez got baited on stage."
"I heard she walked out like a goddess—"
"Oh my god, shhh—there she is!"
I didn't bother reacting. I didn't need to. I simply let them whisper.
