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Jade helps me get ready for Wednesday’s classes. We haven’t fully returned to our usual routine, but we do eat breakfast together in the suite. My heart gains speed as I head toward the door. It might have something to do with a certain stormy, grey-eyed prince and the wonders of his mouth, but I re
SOMAAfter the bath, we settle down for dinner in the living room. Nerves flutter in my belly as I watch the time.“Do you want to wear something of mine?” I ask.She’s been wearing the same maid uniform she had at the palace. They must have enough because she shows up each day looking neat. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me to do anything about it until now. Not like I have the capacity.“My lady.”“Just for tonight,” I quickly add.Tristan might always seem aloof, but I suspect he&rsquo
SOMAJade helps me get ready for Wednesday’s classes. We haven’t fully returned to our usual routine, but we do eat breakfast together in the suite. My heart gains speed as I head toward the door. It might have something to do with a certain stormy, grey-eyed prince and the wonders of his mouth, but I refuse to give it another thought.So what if we had a moment? Last night was a mistake.As I exit my suite, the door to Brynne’s room opens. He steps out, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud, and my breath seizes. His hair is back up in its bun, and his face is blank as always. Today, the harsh lines of his face are soft, and he’s not scowling at me.
SOMA“It’s me.”Brynne.Everything inside me reacts to his voice. I push up on my hands, digging my palms into his chest in a bid to escape. He loops an arm around my waist and yanks me back.Oh, Goddess. Not again.“It was an accident,” I beg. “I’m sorry. Let me go.”“Stop struggling,” he whispers.My body goes slack, and I try to think up other means to avoid him. I can’t fight him. What I have are my words. Diplomacy. I need to be diplomatic.“Your Highness—”“Stay.”“What?”Brynne loosens his hold on my waist, and his fingers reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. A shiver runs through me at his unusual gentleness, and my heart beats out of rhythm. This was the same guy with Helga. The one who has harassed me twice.Is this a trap? Are they trying to set me up again?“Stay,” he whispers.
SOMASomething warm, wet, and slippery lands on my head, sliding into my hair and dripping onto my jacket. I inhale a breath, forgetting to stay in control. Gasps rend the air before the cafeteria quietens.“Oh God, Dee. I’m so sorry.”It’s Helga. There’s enough shock in her voice to lead a foolish person to believe she’s truly remorseful.“No, no, no. This was a mistake. I didn’t see you.”Squeezing my eyes shut, I wipe the sauce that drips onto my brows. It doesn’t help. My eyes fly open, and more of it—juice and spaghetti plop ont
SOMAThings are a bit awkward the next morning when Jade shows up to my room. This time, I’m the quiet one. I don’t ask if she will join me for class today, and she doesn’t mention it.The morning air hits my face as I exit the building. I walk for a few minutes before I see students. Some discuss in pairs, but only a few are alone. I tighten my grip on my bag straps, refusing to think of what I saw yesterday.But when I reach the Class 1 building, Helga is waiting at the door. I don’t know what she wants to say, and I don’t want to hear it, but she’s blocking my entrance into the class.“Hi,” Helga whi
SOMAI didn’t protect Jade the first time, but I won’t fail again. Tristan leans close, his forehead almost touching mine. I reach into my pocket and extract my phone, holding it like it’s a weapon. I might have no power over them, but someone else does.“Priestess Lilith expects—” He snatches the phone from me, and I hurriedly add, “Priestess Lilith expects my call by 8 p.m. every day. If she doesn’t hear from me tonight, she’ll be at the academy first thing in the morning. The choice is yours, Tristan.”Why do I bother addressing them by their titles when all they’ve d







