Page 468 of Ruthless Court

I freeze.

“No.”

His grin spreads.

“Don't.”

“Bookworm.”

“Noah.”

The cork pops.

I run.

Champagne hits me directly between the shoulder blades.

I scream.

Then everybody joins in.

Cold bubbles soak my hair.

My dress.

My glasses.

Vale catches me around the waist when I try to escape.

“You traitor!”

“Champions don't run.”

“I'M NOT ON THE TEAM.”

“You've been secretly coaching us for two years.”

“Consulting.”

Another spray catches my face.

I rip off my glasses.

“My lenses!”

Eli takes them.

“I've got them.”

“Protect those with your life.”

“I know.”

Kane appears through the crowd.

He takes one look at me.

Soaked.