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What was I doing here?I was supposed to be fighting back like I’d been taught for weeks now in the DeLoughreys’ training hall. But all I was able to do was stare at the stranger, overwhelmed and unable to move.

The young man was still staring into my eyes, as if waiting for a reaction.

Suddenly he backed away from me, again with that puzzled look, scrutinizing me from head to toe and back, before narrowing his brows again and fixing his glare on my eyes.

He kept stepping backward. When the confusion and hostility in his gaze reached a climax, he turned and disappeared down a dark side corridor.

I wanted to follow him, wanted to confront him, even though I didn’t know what to say.

Someone rushed past me.

“Miles?” I asked and the quick shadow stopped.

He looked just as confused as the stranger, but there was something else in his gaze.

Desperation?His cheeks were rosy, perhaps from the cold night air.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, looking around, but we were alone.

The odd stranger had disappeared.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and tried to concentrate fully on Miles and get this strange encounter out of my head.

“I guess the question should be, what wereyoudoing out there?”

Chapter 63

Julian

Mike & Rachel

Christopher Tyng

We both waited outside for at least ten minutes and I almost lost my temper, because Bayla seemed to be shivering from the moment we left the hall.

Wordlessly, I handed her my suit jacket.

“I’m not a baby, Julian,” she protested, but I already had taken off the piece of fabric Mia had brought me in her shopping mania.

“Just take it and don’t complain. Unless you want to get sick.”

She finally ripped the black suit jacket out of my hand in desperation and wrapped herself in it, which meant one less thing for me to worry about.

“Where’s Larissa?”

I was so startled I almost jumped to the side.

There stood a girl with a dress that made her look like a queen. Ready to destroy us.

“God, Julie,” I said, running my fingers through my hair.

“What?” she raised a brow. “Scared?” Then she gave me a mischievous smile.

The new look visibly suited her better than the old one. I’d never seen her like this before.

My gaze automatically wandered to her stomach, and luckily, she didn’t notice. However, I quickly looked up again.

Was she really pregnant?

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