*Ember*
“Do I need to carry you again?”
“No, Luka. You do not need to carry me again.” I can’t help but grumble as I walk along beside my friend toward the infirmary. I have no idea how I’m going to do this. The nurse is going to want to see my entire body, not just my face–and when she does, she’ll obviously know the truth.
Then, I’m completely f****d.
She’ll call my father, and he’ll come and get me. By tomorrow night, I’ll be married to Alpha Gavin.
A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead as panic sets in. I look around, trying to find a way to get out of here. Maybe I’ll just run away from the academy and strike out on my own, like the real Emory did. I can’t stay here. I can’t let anyone know the truth!
“Em, calm the f**k down,” Luka says, grabbing my arm but not squeezing it. “L
