Changeling Winds: Fight For Liberty (The Bachelor Battles Book 2)
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Book Details
Author(s)
Angela White
Publisher
C9 Publications
ISBN / ASIN
B005A8SPU4
ISBN-13
978B005A8SPU9
Marketplace
France 🇫🇷
Description
“And the last Contestant is...”
The moment stretched into eternity for me before the speaker blared again.
“Angelica Eve Pruett!”
I felt the hush come over not only the live audience of bachelors and viewers, but also over those tuned in across the world.
“From sisters to cousins, this is Angelica, 18-year-old Pruett family tracker. As a part of one of the most brutal clans in the history of the games, I wonder what we can expect from this changeling teenager.”
I moved slowly into view. I was the third of my family to come through these curtains to claim a mate. Would I live up to their expectations? What about the audience? What did they want most? A good show? For me to be as harsh as the other women tonight hadn’t been? I hoped both were true as I kept my gaze from straying to the small glass box at the top of the honeycomb-like complex. Before all was said and done, a Pruett might step into that room.
I emerged below the first cage where I would battle, a bit stunned by the sound of the audience. The red-faced mob was already violently drunk and peppered with Network guards trying to strike them, repeatedly, into obedience.
It wasn’t working.
The moment stretched into eternity for me before the speaker blared again.
“Angelica Eve Pruett!”
I felt the hush come over not only the live audience of bachelors and viewers, but also over those tuned in across the world.
“From sisters to cousins, this is Angelica, 18-year-old Pruett family tracker. As a part of one of the most brutal clans in the history of the games, I wonder what we can expect from this changeling teenager.”
I moved slowly into view. I was the third of my family to come through these curtains to claim a mate. Would I live up to their expectations? What about the audience? What did they want most? A good show? For me to be as harsh as the other women tonight hadn’t been? I hoped both were true as I kept my gaze from straying to the small glass box at the top of the honeycomb-like complex. Before all was said and done, a Pruett might step into that room.
I emerged below the first cage where I would battle, a bit stunned by the sound of the audience. The red-faced mob was already violently drunk and peppered with Network guards trying to strike them, repeatedly, into obedience.
It wasn’t working.
