Claimed By The Three Hockey Alphas
showing up who doesn’t look like him would raise too many questions.
“You got my number memorized?” he asks.
“And your room number, your class schedule, where you study,” I say, counting on my fingers, “your friend Christopher who doesn’t know about your real family, your Tuesday night study group, your job at the bookstore.”
David nods, but he’s still tense as the academy comes into view, and it’s huge, with stone buildings spread across neat lawns and towers stretching into the gray October sky. Students walk between classes in small groups, some clearly human, others moving with the smooth confidence that marks our kind, easy to spot if you know what to look for, like how they watch every
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