! Pleas
wn the vaulted hallway. Kieran paused and si
ard him. The boy was a picture of tragic beauty-cheeks perfectly flushed, si
ning his broad, muscular frame like a rabid guar
handsome face still mottled red with lingering humil
sleeve to hold him back. He looked up at Kiera
e hall. He took a hesitant step forward, looking like a kicked puppy. "Kieran, I know you're devastated about the annulment with the Gu
long the corridor. Cadets stuck their heads out, their expr
red loudly from a nearby doorway. "He gets shoved down a flight
ry. He actually felt a
fortless shift in his posture made Cristofer instinctivel
ieran smiled, a bright, entirely relaxed expression that so
lashed out. His index finger lightly flick
inching violently as
the dead-silent hall. "Maintenance painted the eastern stairwell this morning. Military-grad
place. "And you, Cris, have a massive, glowing green
ltered as he instinctively glanced do
rrected airily, snapping his fing
isting his body and frantically slapping at the perfectly clean fabric of
silent. The whispers ev
t a soft, del
d, his eyes dancing with dark
ands still awkwardly c
basic tactical logic. The realization hi
you claimed, you would have fallen backward into empty air. You wouldn't have scraped your back against the wall. The only reason
is head. "Honestly, your
sickening, world-shattering realization. He looked from Kieran's mocking smile down to Cristofe
r stammered, his angelic voice cracking un
e pathetic excuse to finish. H
face. "Consider this my official resignation. I think I'll go team up with the bottom-ti
, humming a tuneless melody, leaving
with pure, unadulterated malice. The useless, desperate puppet he had manipulated fo
ted public address system chimed with a harsh, piercin
announced cheerfully. "Field expedition squad assignments h
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