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I focused on my plate and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

In my peripheral vision, a little girl with a ferret wrapped around her neck beamed with approval. In my head, I heard her say, “Good work.”

This time, I couldn’t hold it back.

I grinned from ear to ear.

Chapter 44

Corvus Malum

HUNTING

Rebirth—Day 57, hour 22

I gently picked up my Revered’s arm and scooted from underneath him as I crawled out of bed.

The blinds were drawn, and the bedroom was dark.

Most of my teammates were asleep.

Scorpius mumbled and reached for me, and I held my breath, sure I’d been caught. He spread out in the space I’d left and cradled Orion against his chest.

They looked young holding each other. So perfect. A Protector nestled against a Revered.

I rubbed at my chest. They weren’t the only two people I wanted in my bed. Lately I’d been dreaming about blue curls and haunted eyes.

Arabella should sleep with us so we could protect her.

The night she’d spent wrapped in our arms after the party was the best night of sleep I’d had in my entire life. I knew my mates felt the same.

The feeling of wrongness while watching her sleep in the twins’ bed each night was getting worse. She didn’t belong with them. She belonged with us.

The problem was—ever since I’d had to make the impossible choice in the fourth challenge, she’d been putting distance between herself and the three of us.

I could see it in her eyes.

We’d lost what little trust we’d gained.

My stomach rolled, and I tried to calm my racing heart.

As I stared at my mates, I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed beside them, but John and Luka had just tiptoed out of the room, and I wanted to know where they were going.

The showcase was tomorrow, to see if we could lead alongside the shifters, and my mates needed to rest.

I needed answers.

Pulling myself away from my precious mates, I hurried after the twins.

I peeked my head into the marble hall as John disappeared around the corner. Silent like a predator stalking its prey, I moved swiftly through the shadows.

I breathed shallowly through my nose and kept my flames contained.

The academy was eerily silent.

Everyone slept.

The grand crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling had been dimmed, and curtains were drawn across the stained-glass windows. Black marble floors were voids that swallowed any light. The only sound was the occasional creak and moan of wind battering the academy.

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