Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 90

I’m halfway to throwing my pencil at his face when the click of heels breaks through our bickering. I don’t even need to look up to know who it is, that voice, that purr, it’s unmistakable.

“Caaaage,” Vannah croons, dragging out his name like a melody as she slinks over to the table. A siren, the worst kind of distraction in a short, glittering skirt and an ego twice as shiny. I’ve learned the hard way to steer clear of her.

She slides an arm across his chest, pressing close enough that I actually hear his breath hitch. “You promised you’d help me with my project,” she pouts, lips in a perfect little mock frown.

Cage doesn’t even hesitate. He stands, smirking, letting her hand trail down his arm. “Guess we’ll have to continue our session another

time, Stray.”

And just like that, he’s gone, trailing after her like a lovesick puppy with a god complex.

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