Page 228 of Bliss & Her Idols

Una walks calmly behind them. She looks serene, but I should have been able to see through that to the calculating way that she’s allowing her more ferocious sister to speak, while she’s assessing everything.

She also has her hand on Rory’s arm. He’s not shrugging it off, but it’s obvious that she’s steering him unwillingly into the hall.

She’s controlling him like she’s always controlled him.

Except, the joke is on her because Rory is our undercover mole. And right now, he’s controlling all the siblings who think that he’s their beaten dog.

I can’t fucking wait for the moment that they work out if you beat a dog, then it will turn around and fucking bite you.

The Alphas’ designer business suits are in stark contrast to the plain black worn by everyone on the stage.

My skin prickles, when I notice the Head of Security, Stapleton, stalking behind Una.

He’s taller than all the Alphas.

Desperately, I peer through the dim lighting, trying to read his expression.

He was the one variable that we couldn’t be certain about.

Everything rests on the next couple of minutes.

All our lives.

The lives of hundreds of Idols.

Thousandsof singers in America.

Themillionswho are watching at home who will be impacted by what they see happen next.

This has to work.

My pulse is roaring in my ears. My chest is rising and falling.

“I did.” Torin steps forward.

His voice is cool and steady.

Devin laughs. “You don’t have that authority. I’m in charge of what these little shits do. You’ve just got them put on punishment schedule for the next month.”

Aran’s eyes narrow. “If they don’t get their sweet asses back to camp right now, then I’ll add diet restrictions as well.”

“Or do they want bedtime spankings too?” Devin looks gleeful at the thought.

The Idols stiffen but don’t break from their positions.

Philomena’s expression is dark with fury. “Now.”

Even with the ventilators, the strength of her dominance is choking.

Still no one moves.

“Why don’t you sityoursweet arses down?” Immortal’s eyes flash. “The concert is about to begin.”

Devin appears about to have a heart attack in his fury.

He lunges forward, but Philomena catches him by the waist.

“Don’t be a little bitch.” Philomena shoves Devin backward, and he stumbles into his twin with a pained cry. “He’s trying to provoke you. I wonder why…?”

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