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my chest. If he wants to kill me, then fine. I’m over waiting for it to happen.

Over walking through the halls in fear.
“What’s wrong?” Garrick asks, immediately looking over his shoulder in

the opposite direction, toward the couple who definitely decided making out

is more important than getting into the dorms by curfew.
“Go on. I’ll meet you inside,” Xaden says.

“You sure?” Bodhi’s forehead puckers, and his gaze sweeps over the

courtyard.
“Go,” Xaden orders, standing completely still until the other two walk

into the barracks, turning left toward the stairwell that will take them to the

second- and third-year floors. Only when they’re gone does he turn and face
the exact spot where I’m sitting.

“I know you know I’m here.” I force myself to stand and move toward
him so he doesn’t think I’m hiding or worse—scared of him. “And please

don’t prattle on about commanding the dark. I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“No questions about where I’ve been?” He folds his arms across his chest
and studies me in the moonlight. His scar looks even more menacing in this

light, but I can’t seem to find the energy to be scared.
“I honestly don’t care.” I shrug, the movement making the throb in my

shoulders intensify. Awesome, just in time to practice on the Gauntlet

tomorrow.
He cocks his head to the side. “You really don’t, do you?”

“Nope. It’s not like I’m not out after curfew myself.” A heavy sigh blows

through my lips.
“What are you doing out after curfew, first-year?”

“Debating running away,” I retort. “How about you? Feel like sharing?” I

ask mockingly, knowing he’s not about to answer me.
“The same.”

Sarcastic ass.
“Look, are you going to kill me or not? The anticipation is starting to