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dated Asher? Or was popularity by association more important to her?
    â€œShe’s fine,” Colette admitted. “But Eve . . . she’s like, Mormo.”
    â€œShe’s Mormon?” Jasmine asked. “Well, that explains a lot.”
    â€œNo, Mormo . The demon witch who devours hearts so she can retain her youth,” Colette said. When the rest of us still had no clue what she was talking about, she giggled in response. “ You know . . . she was the Queen of the Ghouls and chief consort of Hecate, the Greek goddess of the underworld and witchcraft. Mormo.”
    â€œRead some pretty freaky fairy tales growing up, did you?” Jasmine asked and went back to scrutinizing the incoming beauty barrage.
    â€œThere are demons now, too?” Jinx whispered to me. I took a look at her and shook my head, noting that she’d gone white at the mention of the otherworldly beings. Poor girl didn’t need another thing keeping her up at night. She had real-life darkness doing that already.
    â€œI can’t believe Asher’s here at Brighton, too!” I heard Eve say, much more loudly than was needed considering Brooklyn and the other girls were walking right next to each other. “Was there still a spark when you saw each other?”
    My blood began to boil as the small brunette talked about my boyfriend. The conversation they were having very publicly meant that Brooklyn already was talking about her encounter with Asher. She obviously wasn’t worrying about anyone hearing her, that was for sure. I wondered what she was planning next.
    â€œWell, we do have a history, you know,” Brooklyn responded, just slightly quieter than Eve had been. “We were each other’s first loves . It takes a long time to get over something like that. Much longer than it’s been at least.”
    The rest of the Cleri listened to the conversation as the girls talked, and each of their eyes was growing wide with shock. My hands clenched into fists and I prayed for the strength to keep from drop-kicking Brooklyn and Eve onto the stage.
    â€œDo you think you’ll work things out?” Eve asked.
    They were right behind us now, and I turned my head to show them that I could hear every word they were saying. They already knew that, of course, and were unperturbed. It was the whole reason for this show, anyway. Brooklyn was trying to get a rise out of me, but I wasn’t about to stoop to her level. She wasn’t worth it. Asher was, however.
    â€œWe’re supposed to talk things over later,” Brooklyn said. She passed by us then, staring me down like she was challenging me. “When we can be alone.”
    I started to move toward her, either to confront her or claw her eyes out, when a hand clamped down on my arm, holding me back. I expected it to be Jasmine, possibly Colette, but when I looked back, I saw that it was Fallon.
    â€œDown girl,” he said quietly. “You’re giving her the daggers that you used to reserve just for me.”
    â€œGuess the torch for World’s Most Annoying Person on Earth has finally changed hands,” I said between clenched teeth, but not dropping my gaze at Brooklyn as she walked away.
    When she was at a safe distance, Fallon let go of my arm and clutched at his chest dramatically. “You’re killing me, Bishop.”
    I could tell he was trying to diffuse the situation, and for the most part, it had worked. The fire that had been brewing inside me started to burn out.
    â€œWhat are you doing over here, anyway?” Jasmine asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the boys’ side of camp?”
    â€œBoys’ side?” I asked, confused. “What are you guys talking about?”
    Jasmine looked at me for a moment before a huge smile appeared on her face. “Ooh, can I tell her? Let me tell her,” she said. Then, not waiting for anyone else’s okay, she continued.