The Elite Game

Chapter 105. A friendly Spar.

I recoil from her, a chill winding down my spine.

How could she?

I grit my teeth, my resolve hardening as I glare at the girl.

"We'll see about that," I hiss before turning and striding out of the room, my mind racing.

As I make my way back to my room, I can't help but feel a sense of dread. Everett's words have only deepened my suspicions, and I know I'm over my head. But I'm not going to let them win. I'll do anything to stop them, even if it means facing my father.

When I reach my room, Chris is waiting for me, his expression tense. "Well?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

I collapse onto my bed, running a hand through my hair. "It's worse than I thought," I murmur. "Everett told me everything."

Chris's eyes widen, and he leans forward in his chair. "What did she say?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I will tell him. "It's my father," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"He's the one who sent the signals, and they've been using me as a pawn in their game a