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My own wings are shining black, so dark they look like ink, and I fly up beside Kassiel for a moment, enjoying the cool, damp air brushing against my face. We circle each other, a dance only for angels, and my chest tightens at how romantic it is to be flying with him. Then we move apart, me going to the dorms and him to the professor housing, and I remember that the two of us can never be. Chapter Twenty-Six Olivia W eeks have passed since school began, and I’m finally starting to find my groove at Seraphim Academy. People still steer clear of me for the most part, but otherwise the bullying has mostly stopped, except for the annoying notes from Tanwen. The Princes are a problem, but I’ve gotten used to dealing with their haughty attitudes. Marcus and I meet every Wednesday to work o
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