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156. A Sudden Grip

Author: Nightingale
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-02-25 23:20:24

Blake’s POV:

The Academy canteen is loud today. Trays slide. Chairs scrape. Voices rise and fall like waves. I sit with my food untouched for a moment, staring at the steam curling up from the rice and grilled meat. My appetite is there, but my mind keeps drifting. It keeps going back to one place. Three tables away.

Alex.

He sits straight, shoulders tight, jaw set. He eats like it is a task he must finish, not a meal to enjoy. I can feel him even without looking. The bond hums, low and uneasy,
Nightingale

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