Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 56

I barely had time to pry one eye open before Evander was already out of bed. The sheets fell from his torso, hair a glorious, ruffled mess, his bare shoulders catching the thin light filtering through the skylight. He looked like sin and fire and every dangerous thing wrapped into one, and all I could do was croak, “Wait!”

But it was too late. He swung the door open.

Kael practically bounced inside, filled with chaotic energy and no boundaries. “Well, well,” he drawled, grinning at Evander, “I thought you were dead.” His eyes flicked over Evander, shirtless, rumpled, very obviously in my room, and one eyebrow rose like a damn exclamation point. “Didn’t feel like telling your best friend you were skipping half a class and then not coming back to your room last night, or…?”

Evander didn’t even flinch under the scrutiny, but the look he threw Kael was lethal enough to quiet even him for half a heartbeat. The air was suddenly heavy with unspoken things, secrets, half-truths, and Kael’s curiosity buzzing like a live wire. I groaned into my pillow. This was about to be a lot of fun.

Evander’s golden eyes flick to me, teeth catching his bottom lip in that nervous habit of his. “He knows…” he says, voice low and edged with something like guilt. “I told him, when I suspected you were my mate.”

I blink at him. “You told him?”

Kael’s head snaps between us like he’s at a tennis match. “Wait, you told her?”

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Evander drags a hand down his face. “Well… yeah. Some stuff happened.”

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Kael’s gaze sweeps the room, my bed, Evander standing shirtless in it, me sitting there in a tangle of hair and blankets, and he gives a low whistle, eyebrows climbing. “Clearly,” he mutters.

I roll my eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out. “Not that stuff,” I snap and grab the nearest pillow, winging it at his head. It hits him square in the face with a satisfying thud.

Kael pulls it off, smirking. “Uh-huh. Sure, Rivers.”

Evander just exhales through his nose, somewhere between exasperated and trying not to laugh.

“Right,” I mutter, grabbing the nearest pile of clean clothes and clutching them to my chest. “I’m having a shower. You two can… discuss

whatever it is you pillow talk about.”

Kael’s grin spreads slowly and wickedly. “Great idea.” Before I can even make it halfway to the bathroom, he’s flopped back onto my bed, arms stretched wide, groaning dramatically. “Fuck, this is a nice bed.” He gives the mattress an appreciative pat, then pats the space beside him like an idiot. “C’mon, Drayke, we can make this a real bonding moment.”

Evander shakes his head, fighting a smile that’s all teeth and trouble. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you love me,” Kael fires back, already kicking his boots off and sinking deeper into the covers like he owns the place.

I sigh, half-amused, half-done with both of them. “Unbelievable.”

Evander shrugs at me, helpless in that way that says this is just how he is, and I roll my eyes before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of Kael complaining about how Evander hogs the good pillows follows me as I turn on the water.

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