Dr. Imelda patted my shoulder gently and gave me a warm smile. That was a good sign, right? Two weeks had passed, and the wound on my shoulder no longer throbbed or ached. It only left a faint itch.“Next week, I think you can join your regular classes again,” he said, then quickly added, “Combat classes, I mean.”“Can I at least practice a little? My muscles feel stiff.”“Next week,” he repeated with a smile. “Light exercise is fine, but no combat.”I sighed and nodded weakly. I had fallen behind a lot—even if I had mastered the theory, practice and theory were still two very different things.He handed me some medicine, and I left the infirmary. My footsteps echoed down the empty hallway toward the dorms until they stopped when I reached the intersection. There, leaning casually against the wall, was Nathaniel. He looked like he was waiting for someone. Who? Gabriel?Even now, every time I accidentally saw them, they were always apart. Gabriel refused to talk about his twin broth
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