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Bruises the Winter Prince could have easily healed—if he wasn’t a sadistic dickwad who enjoys making me suffer.
Mack settles in beside me, and then we stare at the upper bunk and try to come up with a solution to food that doesn’t involve going to the dining hall. No way can I face anyone now.
Before either of us can find an answer, a knock sounds and then a school employee drops two trays brimming with food on the coffee table.
The offering is a mixture of human comfort food—hamburgers and pizza—and the Fae rabbit food I’m beginning to expect, like fruits, nuts, and vegetables.
Mack squeals and grabs the note, reading it in a male voice. “You haven’t bothered attending the dining hall much since you arrived, so I’m sending the food to you.” She flips the card over and frowns. “It’s not signed . . . but it has to be Rhaegar. Have I mentioned how you totally lucked out landing him?”
“Agreed,” I admit as I snag the burger, delighted to see American cheese curling over the edges of the thick meat. God, is there any better kind? There are even packets of both mayo and ketchup, and a little ramekin of pickles.
Jackpot. The only thing better would be tacos. But beggars can’t be choosers.
“Oh, wait.” Mack holds up something . . . a Charm lollipop. “There’s a whole box of these here too.”
My breath hitches. Rhaegar has no idea I love Charm lollipops, but the prince does. He stole them from me the night we met. The same night he took my fate and stomped it to smithereens.
The bite of cheeseburger turns to dirt in my mouth. I force it down, push my cheeseburger aside, and take a lollipop.
Whatever sick game the prince is playing, I want nothing to do with it.
24
“Again!” Eclipsa orders. I’m lying on a weight bench while she stands over me, arms crossed, a frown tugging her lips. She’s glaring at the two shaking weights in my hand. I’m supposed to be pressing them toward the ceiling, but my muscles refuse. Sweat drenches my temples, and a stripe of my blonde hair is pasted across my forehead.
I’m only on my second rep. Lord save me.
When I showed up this morning at 10:00 a.m. she was waiting for me in the weight room wearing cute silver leggings and a jet-black racerback tank that showed off her toned arms. Her silver hair was wreathed around her head in a complex set of french-braids, and silver half-moon barrettes held everything together.
“Hoping I didn’t show and you’d get stuck with Richter?” she had asked.
“No, of course not,” I said. “I just . . . it’s hard to get used to students as instructors.”
She’d grinned at that. “Summer, how old do you think I am?”
I stared at her poreless face, not a saggy bit of skin or wrinkle anywhere, and shrugged.
“Five hundred and seven.” She waited until the shock registered on my face and then added, “We mature slower than humans. And most Evermore don’t receive the full extent of their powers until around half a millennium, so that’s when we attend the academy. But I promise you, I’ve had hundreds of years to hone this beautiful body into a weapon of mass murder.”
“Huh.” It was the smartest thing I could think to say.
“Richter’s good . . . for a human,” she added. “But she’s like a blunt force instrument. All brute and no finesse. Wouldn’t you like to know the exact spot between the ribs to stick a dagger to stop someone’s heart before they can make a sound?”
My mouth fell open.
Taking that as a yes, she continued, “The Unseelie side values the Winter Prince. He harbors the most powers and promise of any Evermore student in over five thousand years, maybe even more than the Darken. Seeing as he insists on you being his shadow, I’m now tasked with making you competent.”
“And if I end up with Rhaegar?” I had asked.
She smiled that sanguine smile. “You won’t. Trust me. What the Winter Prince wants . . . he gets.”
Not if I can help it.
I barely had time to suppress an eye roll before she was putting me through round after round of weight lifting and stretches until my heartbeat felt like one giant throb pulsing pain to every bruise on my body.
Now, an hour of torture later, my body is in full-scale revolt, my lip has started bleeding again, my tights have wedged into every crack I possess, and the cut above my eye needs another butterfly bandage.
I’m falling apart at the seams.
