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HUNDRED TWELVE

EWAN’S POV

I slipped into class just as the last bell rang, my head pounding from too little sleep and too much thinking. The room buzzed with the leftover chatter of students still high off last night’s drama. I scanned the rows, hoping to slip in unnoticed, but that never really worked for me. My brother was already there, sitting by the window, one hand draped over the empty seat beside him. Waiting.

But Eamon was here early too, and he’d saved me a seat on the other side of the room. ...

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