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I, Theo Pierce, was in deep trouble...like, seriously deep, and it hit me in the gut like a heavy weight wrapped in silk as I stood there, trying to convince myself that my entire nervous system hadn't just gone haywire.
There he was, Elias Castellan, the cheating, backstabbing jerk straight out of my high-school fever nightmares...just a few feet away in a flashy red-and-black suit that likely cost more than everything in my closet combined.
He flashed that same disarming, sharp smile he used back in the day to get me to skip chemistry class for some making out behind the bleachers.
It had been six whole freaking years since I'd last seen him, six years of careful distance and suppression, and now he was here, richer, taller, more polished, and he clearly had every intention of messing with me in the most sophisticated way possible.
