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deserve a little good-natured retribution. Besides, it’s not like it’ll be
documented for all eternity—Griffin taught me how to make sure it
doesn’t show up in the photos.
Some people are never happy.
I, on the other hand, have never been happier.
I managed to make it through the first semester of Level 12
with my B average—my C in Literature balanced out by an A in
Art History. I’ve even decided to stay on another year at the Academy—only
partly so I can go to Oxford with Griffin next year. I’m
having a blast—sometimes literally—learning how to use my powers.
Another year of instruction and my Nikes might actually stop
spontaneously combusting every time I’m in a close race.
As I pass the pews, I glance at Cesca and Nola and smile. Nola
nudges Troy, who hasn’t noticed that the wedding started two minutes
ago. He looks up and waves. Thankfully he was very forgiving
of a certain ignorant girl who didn’t believe he didn’t use his powers
to help her cheat.
Cesca is arguing with the boy next to her—he was in my Physics
class but I can never remember his name.
Leave it to Cesca to pick a battle with a complete stranger.
In the pew on the other side of the aisle Nicole and Griffin are
sitting with Damian’s sister-in-law. Griffin has Damian’s youngest
niece in his lap. He looks up at me and grins just as the toddler
slaps him so loud I hear it.
Griffin scowls like I had something to do with her lashing out.
I just smile and let him wonder. It’s better if he doesn’t know what
I’m capable of.
Approaching the altar I look at Damian. He looks handsome in
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