Adrian and I were not strangers.Eight years ago, he was my senior at Northern Academy, the youngest genius in the healer program. I had been too busy trying to become Blackthorn's perfect Luna to notice him.Three years ago, I was injured at Snowridge saving Kyle. Rogues came through the snow, and I took a silver strike meant for him. When I woke two days later, the man beside my bed was not Kyle.It was Adrian.He changed my bandages and smiled when I failed to recognize him. Later, after I complained once that the healer house was cold, he sent me a silver-gray shawl. Only then did I remember the academy library, where he used to shut the window near my favorite seat by the fireplace.He remembered the things I had almost forgotten about myself: snow-mountain sunrises, moonberry cake, herb specimens pressed into old books, and full-moon nights at the observatory.Kyle remembered only Lina's fears.When I once gave Adrian the invitation to my ceremony with Kyle, he held it for a long
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