The dart flew through the air like a bullet.
People's eyes widened. A few gasped. Everyone knew—it wasn't going to hit the apple.
It was heading straight for Zoe's left eye.
And in that one split second—where panic froze the room—Liam moved.
He dashed forward with inhuman reflexes, his body faster than thought. Before anyone could even scream, he stepped right in front of Zoe, hand lifted.
Thock!
The dart pierced deep into his palm.
A sharp, sickening silence dropped like a hammer across the room.
Blood trickled from Liam's hand, thick red drops pattering on the cold floor below. Zoe, standing just behind him, gasped in shock—her body frozen.
Ray furrowed his brows. Confused.
He was still blindfolded.
The usual cheer didn't come.
His head tilted, clearly expecting the familiar roar of approval.
But nothing came.
Ray slowly lifted the blindfold from his face—and what he saw made him stiffen.
Liam stood with one hand bleeding, a dart embedded in his palm.
