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obviously been waiting for me. “Morning.”

I can’t help the smile that curves my lips. “You don’t have to escort me to
duty every morning, you know.”

“It’s the only time I get to see you when I’m not your squad leader,” he

counters as we walk down the empty hallway, past the halls that will lead to
our rooms if we survive Threshing. “Trust me, it’s worth getting up an hour

early, though I still can’t figure out why you’d choose breakfast duty over

every other assignment.”
I shrug. “I have my reasons.” Really, really, really good reasons. Though

I do miss the extra hour of sleep I’d had before we chose our assignments

last week.
A door on the right flies open, and Dain darts in front of me, dragging me

behind him with his arm so I face-plant into his back. He smells like leather
and soap and—

“Rhiannon?” he snaps.

“Sorry!” Rhiannon’s eyes widen.
I slip out of Dain’s hold and move to his side so I can see her. “I

wondered where you were this morning.” A grin spreads across my face as
Tara appears next to her. “Hey, Tara.”

“Hey, Violet.” She gives me a wave, then heads down the hallway,

tucking her shirt into her pants.
“We have curfew for a reason, cadet,” Dain lectures, and I fight the urge

to roll my eyes. “And you know that no one is supposed to be in the private

dorms until after Threshing.”
“Maybe we were just up early,” Rhiannon counters. “You know, like you

are right now.” She glances between the two of us with a mischievous

smirk.
Dain rubs the bridge of his nose. “Just…get back to the dorms and

pretend you slept there, will you?”
“Absolutely!” She squeezes my hand as she passes by.