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~Avia

We sit at the table the next morning, silently eating our breakfast.

"You all okay? You seem tired," Cherry notes, looking at each of us in turn.

Considering everything that is going on, Elise has made some kind of excuse to stay. Now we are all here at once, all in the rebellion and eager to deal with Kit. Cherry has no idea though, which Zire insisted continues. It's not that we think she will talk to anyone about it, we all just agreed that we didn't want her to have to harbour this secret.

"Hardly slept," Isaiah mutters, glancing up at me over the rim of his coffee cup. We got back late last night, and although part of me was tempted to spend the last few hours before dawn in Isaiah's room, I remembered the role I have to play here.

And it's not as Isaiah's mate.

Elise leans back in her seat, peeling away at her fruit. "Me neither."

"I was...reading," Zire says, frowning down at his plate, avoiding Cherry's eyes. So much for the expert liar. When it comes to Cherry, he has n