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He shrugs. “What else would I be wearing?”

“One never knows what you’ll come up with,” Devera says, dismissing
us.

“Anything I need to know about what’s going on between you and…”

Liam raises his eyebrows at me as we gather our things.
“Absolutely nothing is going on between us. Not one damn thing,” I

insist. If Xaden doesn’t want to see if there might be more between us,

message received. I turn to Rhiannon. “So are you excited to finally be able
to write to your sister in ten days?”

She grins. “I’ve been writing her once a month since we got here. Now

I’ll finally get to post them.”
At least one good thing is coming with graduation. We’ll all be able to

talk to our loved ones again.

…

Later that night, I adjust the sash across the bodice of my black dress

uniform and tuck a loose strand of my hair back into the pretty arrangement

Quinn helped me with earlier before meeting Rhiannon in the hallway.
She’s unbound her hair from its usual braided, protective style, and the

tight coils form a beautiful halo around her face, which she’s dusted with

gold-tinted blush. Her chosen option of sleek, tailored dress pants and a
cross-body doublet that cuts across her torso on the diagonal looks

phenomenal on her taller frame. “Hot,” I say with a nod as she tugs on her
sash.

I went with the high neck, sleeveless option to hide my armor and the

flowing, floor-length skirt with the slit up the thigh, which Devera told me
was for mobility in case of attack. Personally, I’m not against the flash of

thigh it gives when I move, especially with all the work I’ve put in to
strengthen my legs with Imogen. My sash is simple, the same black satin as

everyone else’s, with my name embroidered just beneath my shoulder and