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Demi was sitting on Nora's bed when she got back to their room.Not her own bed, Nora's, which was the specific choice Demi made when something was serious enough that she wanted to be in the center of the room rather than the edge of it. Her crescent moon earrings were on, which meant she'd already been out that morning. Her pre-law notes were nowhere in sight, which meant she wasn't pretending to be doing anything else."Rowan talked to me this morning," she said.Nora set her bag down. "What did he say?""He said I should create some public distance from you." Demi held her gaze steadily. "That being visibly close to you in the next three days puts me in a more exposed position than I'm already in." She paused. "He was very calm about it. Very practical. He said it wasn't a permanent suggestion, just a precaution until the preliminary review is finished.""What did you say?""I said no," Demi said simply. "And then I came straight here to tell you."Nora looked at her. The simplici

The Hallowed Hall looked different when it was prepared for something formal.Not the regular session kind of formal, the deep kind, the once-a-semester kind that brought out the hall's original architecture and reminded everyone inside it that the building had been standing for considerably longer than any of them. The long tables were gone. The seating had been reconfigured into a wide semicircle facing the dais, and the dais itself held five bloodline standards on tall stands, each one representing a lineage that had been sending its heirs to this island for generations.Nora stood at the entrance with Caspian beside her and looked at the room filled with people and felt something she hadn't felt since the ferry. Not fear. The specific weight of something that mattered."The Convening has been reinstated," Caspian said quietly, beside her. "The reviewing body agreed to observe it as part of the preliminary review proceedings. Whatever happens in this room today goes directly into t

The hall didn't empty immediately after the proceedings closed.That wasn't unusual for formal convening events; people needed time to reorganize what they'd just witnessed, to recalibrate their positions, to have the conversations they hadn't been able to have during the formal structure. The room broke into clusters naturally, the way rooms always did after something significant, and Nora moved through them with the specific awareness of someone who understood that what she did in the next hour was still part of the record.She spoke to the Devereux elders in a brief, genuine conversation about a pre-migration text Sera had mentioned in their study group. She found Priya near the back and said two sentences that meant far more than two sentences. She stopped beside Marcus Hale and looked at him directly and said, "Thank you for telling me about your gap. It mattered."He looked startled. Then he nodded to the clean reception of it.She was making her way toward the windows when Isol

She didn't know the photograph existed until Tuesday morning.Demi was sitting on her bed at seven-fifteen with her phone screen turned toward Nora before she'd fully processed being awake, and the image on the screen was clear enough that Nora didn't need more than two seconds to understand what she was looking at.The photograph had been taken at the reception.Not staged, not positioned genuinely candid, the kind that arrived when a camera found something real without asking permission. She was looking at Caspian and he was looking at her and his hand was over hers and the expression on his face was the one without the layer, and her expression was she held the phone and looked at her own face in the photograph and understood, perhaps for the first time from the outside, what twelve weeks had done to the way she looked at him."Who took this," she said."Nobody knows," Demi said. "It came through the academy's internal network this morning. No sender ID. It's been seen by approxima

She found him in the east garden on Wednesday morning.Not by accident this time. She'd looked for him specifically, which was a different thing from the cliffside walkway two months ago when she'd gone to him because he'd given her the credentials and she needed to understand why. This time she went because she wanted to, which was a different kind of agency and she understood that difference clearly.He was on the bench at the garden's center, the one with the view toward the sea, stone worn smooth from decades of the same weight being set on it by different people. He was reading something and he looked up when she crossed the garden path, and she watched his face adjust in real time from whatever he'd been thinking about to the specific attention he gave her."Nora," he said."Lysander." She sat beside him on the bench. Not at the careful distance she'd maintained in their early conversations. Close enough that the conversation didn't have a gap built into it.He looked at her."Y