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him, my back to his front. “Don’t ever put your life at risk over something

as trivial as talking to me again.” It’s as low as a growl against my ear,
sending a shiver down my spine.

“Next year is going to be so much fun,” I tease, walking forward and

lacing my fingers with his so he follows.
“Liam will be here next year to make sure you’re not doing asinine

things,” he mutters.

“You’re going to love getting his letters,” I promise, jumping the final
foot off the parapet to the courtyard below. “Huh.” I glance around the

empty courtyard while putting my slippers back on. “Garrick and Bodhi

were just here.”
“They probably know I’m going to kill them for letting you out there. A

dress, Sorrengail? Really?”
I take his hand in mine and head across the courtyard.

“Where are we going?” He sounds just as much the asshole as the day I

met him.
“You’re taking me to your room,” I say over my shoulder as we approach

the dormitory.
“I’m what?”

I throw open the door, grateful for the mage lights that make it easy to see

him now, sneer and all. “You’re taking me to your room.” Turning left, I
lead us past the hallway to my room and then start up the wide spiral

staircase.

“Someone will see,” he argues. “It’s not my reputation I’m worried about,
Sorrengail. You’re a first-year and I’m your wingleader—”

“Pretty sure everyone already knows—we set half the forest on fire that

night,” I remind him as we climb past the door to the second-year hallway.
“Did you know that the first time I climbed these steps with Dain, I was

horrified that there wasn’t a handrail?”
“Did you know I can’t stand to hear his name on your lips while you’re