“Wow,” Celeste mutters. “That escalated fast.”Adrian pushes his tray away. “Look, I just—Mr. Ledger’s getting worse. He’s everywhere, watching everyone. You don’t get it, Nate. You never take anything seriously until it’s too late.”And then he stands and walks off, leaving his half-eaten food and a crater of awkward silence in his wake.Nate stares after him, the grin wiped clean off his face. Then he snorts, shaking his head. “Guess the honeymoon’s over.”“Nate—” I start, but he cuts me off, waving his hand.“Nope. Don’t. I’m fine. Totally fine. Never better. Who needs consistent emotional support anyway?”Celeste gives him a look that could curdle milk. “You’re so full of crap.”“I prefer emotionally constipated, thanks.”Later that day, when I’m heading to Mrs. Humphrey’s office for our “mandatory meditation session,” I overhear something I’m not supposed to.Two Council members are arguing in the corridor outside her door. “—he said she’s the Alpha’s weapon,” one of them whisper
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