"Victory doesn't always look like winning."
***
The crowd was in hysterics now.
Even the Vermillion section, notorious for their cold composure, showed signs of amusement. Lady Elena Morgenthorne had her fan raised to cover the lower half of her face, but her ice-blue eyes sparkled with mirth. A few of her housemates whispered behind their hands. Clearly entertained despite themselves.
Only the Aurum section remained subdued. Leo von Valerius sat rigid in his seat. His golden hair caught the sunlight as he watched the proceedings with what looked suspiciously like mortification. His jaw worked silently, as if he were grinding his teeth.
Sorry, cousin. Sometimes honor requires sacrifice. Even dignity.
Vance's next attack came harder. Driven by frustration and wounded pride. His blade slammed into mine with enough force to send vibrations up my arm. For the first time, I didn't have to fake my stumble. The impact jolted through my wrist and elbow. Made my fingers tingle.
