KALEB
I make a valiant effort to ignore Hope for the rest of the night, though she hovers at the edge of my vision like a golden spark that won't go away.
Luckily for every man in the room, she doesn't dance with anyone else; but Eli... it should be me, though I know she'd rather shave her hair off and become a monk than have a fucking dance with me.
She spends most of her time chatting and laughing beautifully with everyone but me. Yeah. With everyone else but Kaleb Dimitrov.
I spend mine gathering intel—information about council men I'll need if I want to make sure they go easy on her enough not to let her lose control of her gifts at the Choosing Game.
I've just wrapped up an… enlightening conversation with the head of a major consulting company when I lose sight of Hope at the stage. One minute she's there; the next, she's gone. She's still gone twenty minutes later—far too long for a bathroom break.
