Page 224 of Bliss & Her Idols

All the moving lights, spectacle, and over the top costumes, distract you from the beauty and talent of these Idols.

Everybody at home will be blown away. I hope that finally, no one in America will allow these Idols to be caged again.

I glance down at Cricket.

He’s crouched in the shadows of the wings. He’s scanning multiple computer screens. He’s been tapping away at the keys so fast that his fingers are a blur.

Like me, he’s dressed in the same Idol uniform, although his hangs off him, revealing his tanned shoulders.

He pushes his curls out of his eyes, as he clicks on a button with a look of deep satisfaction.

Cricket’s amber eyes are bright in the shadows.

He looks up at me. “Done.”

Excitement wells through me. “My article is published? It’s really out there?”

I rush to throw myself to kneel next to Cricket, staring at the screens.

And there it is:

Idolized but Abused:The Dark Side of Stardomby Bliss Idol

My article isn’t published only in fluffy magazines for Omegas.

It’s been splashed across the front page of almost every magazine and newspaper online across the world, translated into hundreds of different languages.

Already, I can see in the streaming comment sections that fans and politicians alike are demanding the Idols’ freedom.

I stare in amazement at the screen, however, because I never expected that Cricket would manage to hack into so many places and swap my article onto their front pages.

“How did you manage this?” I ask.

Cricket links his hands behind his head. “I am ageek, after all. The Knot Crusher strikes again.”

I chuckle, grabbing him by the cheeks.

Taken by surprise, he falls forward, as I kiss across his sweet freckles.

“You’re amazing.” Exhilaration rushes through me. “Incredible. A rebel.”

“Andyours. I love you, Bee.” Cricket captures my mouth, more confidently than he has before.

I allow him to lead, tender and sweet.

We’re united in this moment before the storm.

“Omega love birds,” Torin’s cool voice cuts across the kiss, “if you can pull yourself away from your show, we’re ready to put on our one.”

Laughing, I break away from Cricket.

Cricket’s fingers flash across the keys again, before he turns to Torin. “Just give me the nod. It’s set up to start streaming, when you’re ready.”

“And the screen?” Immortal gestures at the cage-like screen that hangs at the back.

Cricket gives him the thumbs up.

When my phone vibrates in my pocket, I yank it out.

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