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“It might be convenient for you to want to talk after weeks of ignoring

me, but I have class right now.” I grip the strap of my satchel.
“We have a couple of minutes.” The plea in his eyes is so heavy that I

feel the weight of it on my chest. “Please.”

I glance at Rhiannon, who is glaring at Dain with her true feelings for
once, instead of the deference owed him as our squad leader. “I’ll be right

in.”

She glances at me and then nods, heading into Carr’s room with the rest
of our squad.

I follow Dain out of the doorway, to a place along the wall where we

won’t obstruct traffic.
“You let Tairn share your memory with everyone instead of just showing

me yourself,” he blurts, his hands falling to his sides.
“I’m sorry?” What the hell is he talking about?

“When all that shit went down with Amber, I asked you to show me what

happened, and you refused.” He shifts his weight, just one of his nervous
tells, and the motion strips away some of my anger.

When push comes to shove, he’s my oldest friend, even if he’s being an
ass.

“I didn’t believe you, and that part is on me.” He raises his hand over his

heart. “I should have believed you, but I couldn’t reconcile the woman I
knew with what you were saying, and you didn’t come find me after the

attack, either.” Hurt laces his tone. “I had to hear about it in formation, Vi.

Regardless of the fight we had on the flight field, you’re still…you to me.
And my best friend had been viciously attacked, nearly killed, and you

didn’t say a single word about it.”

“You didn’t ask,” I say softly. “You reached for my head like you were
entitled to my memory after blatantly telling me you didn’t believe me, and

you demanded I show you.” It’s everything I can do to keep my voice even.
Two lines appear between his eyebrows. “I didn’t ask?”