BLOOD MOON ACADEMY
Day seven, while we were studying, voice perfectly casual, eyes on his textbook.
I write them all down. Every question Cole Ravencrest has asked me since he sat across from me in the library with coffee and a story about his sister. There are eleven questions. They span two weeks. Individually, each one is the kind of thing a new friend might ask a girl who arrived at a supernatural academy with no history and unusual power. The kind of thing someone might ask out of genuine curiosity and growing affection.
Together, in sequence, on a napkin in my handwriting, they form something else entirely.
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