Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 83

I think I understand why she talks about it the way she does. Because if this is what it means to be fated to someone… it doesn’t feel like a curse at all. I mean, the threat is still there, of someone finding out what I am, and now not only using me but my mate as well for some stupid war. There’s probably a million different scenarios that I’ve played through my mind of how this could go wrong, but what I’m very quickly learning is that Evander is not going anywhere, whether I like it or not; he’s in this with me, by my side. I’ve never had that unconditional…fondness from someone before. It’s strange, but I think I really like it. I’m not alone in this world! anymore. I have a fated mate, Someone that is tethered to me, right, wrong or indifferent.

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Whiplash.

The week that follows is… strange. Not bad strange, just the kind that makes me hyper-aware of everything around me, like my life has quietly shifted on its axis and no one told me. Cage is still Cage, the academy’s walking migraine. Every class, every study session, every sarcastic comment that drips from his mouth is somehow aimed directly at me. “Focus, Rivers,” he’ll snap, leaning over my shoulder like

he owns the air I breathe. “It’s not that hard.” To which I usually mutter something anatomically impossible and go back to pretending he

doesn’t exist. Tessa, on the other hand, is pure sunshine and glitter, bouncing off walls with her endless excitement about the Moonlight

Festival. I swear, if she mentions her dress one more time, I might enchant her mouth shut. But… part of me envies how hopeful she is.

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