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I hurried down the corridor toward her room and nodded to Caspar, the guard posted outside her door, leaving my new guard with him. “Come in,” Iris sang out, happy and—as expected—wide awake. “Lily! You’re up early today.” “Keane just resigned,” I blurted. Iris stopped what she was doing, her hand hovering above the plant she was watering. “Why would he do that?” “What are you doing?” “Practicing my magic.” She shrugged. “But what do you mean, Keane resigned? Keane can’t resign. He’s your Captain. Who’s going to keep you safe?” My shoulders slumped and I walked toward her bed before flopping onto it, the very picture of melodrama. “Keane said he’d instate another guard, Simeon, in his place.” “What? But why?” Iris’s mouth hung open and she came to perch on the bed beside me. “Becau
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