Fantine

The gala had ended in a blur of tension and unanswered questions, and I spent the rest of the night wondering about the file I saw and the scar Riley found, but there was no time to dwell on it because the very next evening we were at the stadium for the post-game mixer. The Blackwater team had just barely won against the Frostbite pack, and the air in the lounge was thick with the smell of expensive cologne and the sweat of athletes who hadn't showered yet, so I was busy circulating with my tablet and making sure the reporters only asked about the game.

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