Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 59

Tempers Flare.

“Girl! Let me in before I start screaming and draw a crowd!”

I groan and hurry to the door before she makes good on that threat. When I pull it open, Tessa all but tumbles inside, and the look on her face when she spots Evander standing behind me, is priceless. Her mouth drops open like she’s about to scream again.

“Wh-what’s going on in here?” she demands, voice pitching high with the kind of scandalised delight that only Tessa can manage.

I roll my eyes, fighting a smirk. “Nothing,” I say smoothly, even though my pulse is still thundering from everything. “Evander was just…. dropping by with some notes from class.”

Evander, bless him, nods stiffly like the world’s worst liar. “Right. Notes.”

Tessa narrows her eyes between the two of us, then she folds her arms with a sly grin.

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Tessa is still giving me that knowing grin when she suddenly claps her hands together, eyes lighting up like she’s just had the best idea of her life. “Alright,” she says, springing up from the couch, “you and I are going into town. Brunch, caffeine, and then…” she spins dramatically toward me “, Moonlight Festival dress shopping!”

I blink. “Brunch?”

“And dresses!” she adds firmly, like it’s the law. “You’re not getting out of this, Rivers. It’s only a couple of weeks away, and I refuse to let you show up in anything less than perfect.”

Before I can even protest, she glances over my shoulder toward Evander, who’s still hovering a few feet away, looking far too composed for someone who’d nearly been caught half-naked in a girl’s dorm room. Her grin turns wicked.

“You’re welcome to come and take ‘notes,’ if you like,” she teases, drawing out the word.

Evander laughs, deep, warm, and a little shy and shakes his head. “Nope, I’m good,” he says with a smile that does terrible things to my insides. “My father told me once that going shopping with women is a death sentence. Something about time slowing down and ‘finding a man chair’ being impossible. So… I’ll pass.”

Tessa snorts, satisfied with herself, already gathering her bag. “Your loss, Dragon Boy.”

I try to hide my smile as I look back at him, my heart doing that fluttery, traitorous thing again. The bond tugs softly between us, that invisible thread pulling tight-come closer, stay close, don’t leave yet. He hesitates, clearly feeling it too. For a second, it looks like he might close the distance between us, say something, do something… but instead, he just gives me that crooked half-smile that makes my

knees feel unreliable.

“Have fun,” he says quietly, lingering a heartbeat too long. “I’ll see you around, Ally.”

And then he turns and leaves, the door closing softly behind him, leaving me with a grin I can’t quite shake and Tessa already squealing about mimosas and sparkly dresses.

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Tessa demands the second we slide into her van, the doors barely closing before she’s whipping around to

face me.

“What?” I ask, trying to be innocent, even though the heat already creeps up my neck.

She scoffs, loud, dramatic, Tessa-style and gives me a look that could melt steel. “Don’t even try it, Rivers, I walk into your room and there’s Evander Drayke, shirtless, hair all rumpled, standing behind you like he just crawled out of your bed! So, again, what. the hell. was

that?”

I groan, covering my face with both hands. “Ugh.”

Her gasp is so sharp it sounds painful. “Ugh? That’s all you have to say?”

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I peek at her through my fingers and sigh. “Okay, fine,” I mumble, sitting back in the seat. “If he got to tell his best friend, then I get to

tell mine.”

Her eyes go wide, and she grips the steering wheel like she’s bracing for impact. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

So I tell her…well, most of it. About the forest, the fight, the shift, the dragon, the bond. The words spill out faster than I mean them to,

but it’s a relief to say it out loud finally.

When I finish, she stares at me for a long, stunned moment. Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. “Yep,” she says finally, nodding with

firm resolve. “Okay. We’re getting mimosas first on the list today.”

I laugh, half from nerves, half from disbelief. “Mimosas?”

She starts the van and grins, wicked and wild. “Yeah, babe. You just found your fate-bonded dragon mate. You’re going to need a lot more

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