else bloom. “She’s safe with me,” I answered before I even had to think about whether it was mine to claim. Saying it felt right in a way I couldn’t argue with and in a way that made every hair on my arms bristle in warning toward Evander, but I shoved that down, deep inside
of me. I needed to get Allison back to a safe place for her to rest.
The cab ride was a blur. I held her against me like she was lighter than air, because she might as well have been. Her breath shallow,
lashes trembling. The driver didn’t bother to ask questions; I’m sure he sees all kinds of shit in his line of work. When the taxi dropped us
at the Academy, I paid without thinking and slammed the door shut with my foot, my arms holding onto Ally. We moved fast up the
courtyard and into the dorms. My boots thudded on floor as I tried to avoid anyone from seeing her like this. I carried her toward

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