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Thornhill Academy.
Of
Marks of the King
Allison
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I wake to the sound of purring. It takes me a second to realise it’s not coming from the floorboards or the shadows, but from the chest
under my ear.ml blink, squinting at the slant of morning light spilling through the skylight. I’m on the couch, half draped across Rhaziel.
The last thing I remember is trying to shuffle us toward the bed, but our tails had refused to untangle. Apparently, this was as far as we
made it. I shift a little, testing the distance between our bodies. His arm tightens around my waist on instinct, still asleep. A low hum
rolls through him, deep enough to vibrate against my ribs. For a minute, I just lie there, watching the dust in the light, feeling absurdly
safe. Then a thought hits me, and my hand flies to my hair. No horns. I check my nails. No claws. I reach behind me and give my bum a
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