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head as he fights a smile. Of course he knows what’s going on. He’d have

to be completely oblivious not to, considering he helped Xaden and Garrick
move in the new armoire.

“Told you to stop staring.” There’s laughter in his voice, but his face is as

expressionless as ever.
I tap my fork on my plate in pure frustration. You know what? Fuck this.

Two can play at this game. “If you’d just man up and admit there’s

something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every
single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I’d drop down to my knees,

undo those flight leathers you’re wearing, and wrap my lips around—”

Xaden chokes.
Every head in the dining hall turns his way, and Garrick pounds on his

back until Xaden waves him off, taking a drink of his water.
I grin, which earns me about six looks of confusion from our table and

one set of rolled eyes from Liam.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

…

We’re only ten days away from graduation, and I’m counting every single

one of them. That’s when we’ll find out how far Xaden is being sent from

Basgiath. Most brand-new lieutenants are given midland posts, manning the
forts along the roads that lead to the border outposts, but someone with

Xaden’s power? I don’t even want to think about how far he’ll be.
Or why he still hasn’t admitted there’s something between us. Or even

hinted that at least he didn’t regret that one night. I’d take that.

Don’t fall for me…
I feel a familiar prickle along my scalp, and I know Xaden has filed into

the Battle Brief room with the rest of the remaining cadets and leadership.
Professor Devera jumps right into today’s brief, but I find it difficult to

pay attention.