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“When do we get to finally have our revenge?”

He turns just enough for me to see his profile and the scar that crosses his
face as he narrows his eyes at Imogen. “I told you already, the youngest

Sorrengail is mine, and I’ll handle her when the time is right.”

He’ll…handle me? My muscles thaw with the heat of indignation. I’m
not some inconvenience to be handled. My short-lived admiration of Xaden

is over.

“Didn’t you already learn that lesson, Imogen?” the look-alike Xaden
chides from halfway down the circle. “What I hear, Aetos has you

scrubbing dinner dishes for the next month for using your powers on the

mat.”
Imogen’s head snaps in his direction. “Her mother is responsible for the

execution of my mom and sister. I should have done more than just snap her
shoulder.”

“Her mom is responsible for the capture of nearly all our parents,”

Garrick counters, folding his arms over his wide chest. “Not her daughter.
Punishing children for the sins of their parents is the Navarrian way, not the

Tyrrish.”
“So we get conscripted because of what our parents did years ago and

shoved into this death sentence of a college—” Imogen starts.

“In case you didn’t notice, she’s in the same death sentence of a college,”
Garrick retorts. “Seems like she’s already suffering the same fate.”

Am I seriously watching them debate over whether I should be punished

for being Lilith Sorrengail’s daughter?
“Don’t forget her brother was Brennan Sorrengail,” Xaden adds. “She has

just as much reason to hate us as we do her.” He pointedly looks at Imogen

and the first-year who raised the question. “And I’m not going to tell you
again. She’s mine to handle. Anyone feel like arguing?”

Silence reigns.
“Good. Then get back to bed and go in threes.” He motions with his head,