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“In closing, I’d like to thank Zahara’s children, Artemis, our vampire friends, Edie, and...”
I try to stifle a yawn as Bex rambles on. She’d said “in closing” but she’s still got at least five sheets of paper left in this speech. She’s super well spoken, and technically, I don’t have to yawn—just like I don’t have to eat or sleep—but I’m just bitchy enough to go ahead and do it anyway.
Bex sees it, as I intended her to. She’s filled a hole that’s been missing in my life since the end of my pageant days—the frenemy.
Now she raises a perfect eyebrow, and then launches into the part of the speech where she details what we’ve accomplished with Underworld Academy, now renamed Underworld Reformatory.
Under the table, Alaric’s hand finds mine and he squeezes my fingers. I squeeze back in
