Meanwhile, in the room where Laila and Emilia were seated, Laila's drink caught in her throat as she stared at the screen that showed the difference in time it had taken her and the wolfless girl to solve the problem and bring the people to safety. The girl was ahead of her by four minutes and had saved all fifty people, while she had left ten behind.
The wine turned bitter in her throat as she saw the audience cheering for Viola, and she curled her fingers into tight fists, her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms.
This is unacceptable… nobody ever wins against me in anything, Laila thought, disbelief and fury warring inside her at the turn of event. She had been so sure the wolfless girl would fail. How had she dared win over her?
