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... g at the back of his neck. It wasn’t even hot in the classroom, quite the opposite. The autumn breeze seeping through the cracked windows made half the students hunch into their hoodies. But Micah? He was practically melting.
His unbandaged hand, with a visible wound that he had stupidly shown Emile earlier, pulsed like a neon sign screaming, ’Look at me! Inspect me! Discover my secret identity as Asena!’
Micah kept his gaze glued to the front, pretending to be absorbed in the pr ...
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