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day in the halls as I’d left to explore the grounds with

Vonetta. “It is I who should apologize. I wasn’t paying

attention to where I was walking.” My gaze darted to the

young woman behind him. She appeared to be around my

age, but I knew immediately she was a wolven, so she could

be dozens or even hundreds of years older than me.

The pale, wintery eyes were a striking contrast to the

golden hue of her skin, and the warm blonde hair that fell

over her shoulders in loose waves. Her features were a mix

of traits you would’ve found on different people. Her eyes

were wideset and yet hooded, softening the sharp angles of

her cheeks and the blade of her nose. Her brows were thick

and several shades darker than her hair. Her mouth was

small, but her lips were full. She was short, several inches

shorter than me, but the cut of her tunic showed off the

curves of her breasts and the lushness of her hips that

would’ve seemed at odds with someone of her stature.

Nothing about her made sense, and yet everything about

her lined up so imperfectly that any artist would likely be

driven to commit her image to canvas with charcoal or oil.

She was perhaps the most uniquely beautiful person I’d ever

seen, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.

And I was sure I was probably creeping her out a little

based on her growing unease.

“I was actually looking for the King,” Lord Gregori

announced. “But I see that he is not with you.”

Pulling my gaze from the unfamiliar wolven, I focused on

the Atlantian. The thread of distrust was apparent, even if I

wasn’t able to read his emotions. Either the Atlantian kept

forgetting that I could do that, or he simply didn’t care. “He

is with his parents. Is there something I can help you with?”

Amusement flickered through him, the mean kind. “No,”

he said, his smile simpering, his tone overly conciliatory.

“That will not be necessary. If you’ll excuse me.”

He hadn’t been excused, but he still brushed past me. I

turned as Arden flattened his ears, watching the Lord as he

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