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... sed off didn't scratch the surface either. I was downright enraged, frustrated, and—if I dared to admit it—even a little afraid. Nothing made sense. Absolutely nothing.
The driver had dropped me off at Elysium Girls High with the audacity to tell me, me, that I was Electra Hook. Electra Hook?
As if that wasn't absurd enough, he'd gone on to say my father was some Aldorian general named Koran Hook. The name had hit me like a punch to the gut because I recognized it. Koran Hook was ...
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