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CHAPTER 116
~Kieran's POV~
Outside PSA's central dining hall, the courtyard buzzed with voices and heat, laughter echoing under the arches where students sprawled over stone benches and velvet grass.
I sat at the edge of it all, shaded beneath a marble trellis heavy with blooming moonvine, my fingers curled around a glass of iced tonic I hadn't touched.
Two girls flanked me—one on each side.
Sasha, a high-ranking Alpha's daughter from Silverglade, leaned in close, her perfume sickly sweet, her laughter too shrill as she traced idle circles on my arm.
The other—Mayra—was subtler. She didn't touch, didn't speak unless prompted. Her dark hair was a sleek curtain and her eyes were sharper than most. Smart girl. Watched more than she spoke.
And still, none of it touched me.
