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Eyes don't lie... (Wilmon) Season 1 The gymnasium thrummed with the heavy bounce of rubber balls and muffled shouts. Wilhelm, still reeling from his explosive argument with his family over my date, stood across the court on the opposing team. A fresh rumor about him and Felice hung in the humid air, a ghost I couldn't shake. My chest tightened. Jealousy, hot and sharp, coiled in my gut. I saw my moment. My fingers dug into the pebbled surface of the ball. With a focused glare, I wound up and hurled it with everything I had. It cracked against his shoulder. He flinched violently, his hand flying to the spot. The Crown Prince turned, his expression a mess of wide-eyed shock and awkward confusion. Our eyes locked across the chaotic space. Mine were cold, accusing, and full of hurt.