Ryker's POVI hated mornings at school.Not because of classes. Not because of people. It was that low hum under my skin. The sense that something was shifting, something I couldn’t name yet. And it felt like I was standing on the edge of it, waiting for it to tip.I stood by my locker, flipping through a book I wasn’t really reading. Marcus came up beside me, hands in his pockets, casual but aware of the tension radiating from me.“You look like crap,” he said.“Good morning to you too,” I replied.He leaned on the locker next to mine. “No, seriously. You look like you haven’t slept.”“I slept,” I said. “Didn’t rest.”“That makes no sense.”“It does if you’re a Keeper,” I said.Marcus snorted. “Ancient bloodline problems. Must be exhausting.”I shrugged. “Ever get the feeling everyone’s standing on thin ice and they don’t even hear it cracking?”“That dramatic, huh?”“Yes.”We walked down the hallway, stepping around groups of students. Laughter, gossip, announcements about finals, p
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