Chapter 192

  Lucien's POV

  The corridors of Ashmoor Academy tasted of chalk dust and quickened breaths. The sharp tang of pencil shavings undercut by a steady hum of nerves. Sneakers squeaked against waxed linoleum, and the murmur of frantic memorization slithered through the air. Exams. Students scurried lik...

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