CHAPTER 9

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  Solange   Class was the usual drone, professor up front yapping about advanced shifter physiology or whatever, but then he dropped the bomb, "Group projects pairs, your choice, but get it done by end of week, research on mate bonds in rare bloodlines, present findings."   The room buzzed, guys pairing up quick, and I froze, because who the hell would I pick without making this weirder, but Kael turned to me right away, all casual, "Lange? Partners? You seem smart about this stuff."   I blinked, heart doing a little flip I tried to ignore, "Uh, yeah, sure, beats working with the clowns."I was trying to act all cool but do you know what it means for Kael, K f*****g A to the E to the L, Kael picked me.   Jaxon overheard, fake-gasping from across the aisle, "Ouch, princess, way to break

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