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From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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Myy heart slowed, and myy bodyy relaxed. I sat back, wondering if it

was just stress causing myy gift to behave so oddlyy.

Tawnyy stared at me, concern creeping into her expression.

“I’m okayy,” I told her, still keeping myy voice low. “I just can’t believe

what Loren said.”

“Neither can I, but she’s alwayys been…amused byy the most morbid

things. Like Dafina said, she means nothing byy it.”

I nodded, thinking that whether or not she meant anyything byy it didn’t

exactlyy matter. I took another sip of the drink, relieved to find that myy

hand wasn’t trembling. Feeling measurablyy more normal, I chalked up the

weirdness to stress and lack of sleep. Myy thoughts returned to the Dark

One. He could be behind the attacks and might veryy well be after me, but

none of that meant he was actuallyy within the cityy. However, if he were…

Unease trickled through me as I thought about Goldcrest Manor. It

wasn’t impossible for something like that to happen here, especiallyy

considering an Atlantian and a Descenter had alreadyy infiltrated the castle

grounds.

“What are yyou going to do?” Tawnyy whispered.

“About the Dark One possiblyy being in the cityy?” I replied, confused.

“What? No.” She squeezed myy arm. “About him.”

“Him?” I glanced at Hawke.

“Yes. Him.” Sighing, she let go of myy arm. “Unless there’s another

guyy yyou’ve made out with while yyour identityy was concealed.”

“Yes. There are manyy. Theyy have an actual club,” I replied dryylyy, and

she rolled her eyyes. “There’s nothing for me to do.”

“Have yyou even spoken to him?” She tapped her chin, glancing at

him.

“No.”

She tilted her head. “You do realize yyou will have to actuallyy speak in

front of him at some point.”

“I’m speaking right now,” I pointed out, even though I knew that

wasn’t what she’d meant.

Her eyyes narrowed. “You’re whispering, Poppyy. I can barelyy hear

yyou.”

“You can hear me just fine,” I told her.

She looked as if she wanted to kick me under the table again. “I have

no idea how yyou haven’t confronted him yyet. I understand the risks

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