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Slowly, I nod

"He abducted the Court’s best shadow-reader She’s probably dead, but they stepped up the search for Jorreb a feeeks ago, started hitting every place the rebels are ru, but I assumed Kyol told him who and what I am Is there a reason he didn’t? He’s always kept my name a secret, but the rebels know it now I don’t see why it matters anymore

"I’m not dead," I tell Shane

"You’re not" His eyes widen "Shit I thought you just had the Sight I didn’t know you could read shadows Shit," he says again "You’re lucky to be alive"

Uncorab my fork "Do you have people over here often?"

He doesn’t resist the subject change With a shrug, he slouches back in his chair "I have people over all the tiet lonely"

"You’re lonely, baby?" a groggy voice asks

The brunette who enters the breakfast room is tall, modelpretty, and dressed in a black robe with, unfortunately, nothing underneath

"Not with you here, sweetheart," he says, pressing a kiss to her bare stomach I stare out the hile he reties her sash

"Who’s this?" she asks

"McKenzie" He loops an ar around for a while"

The girl takes in -sleeved T-shirt "Cousin?" she asks Shane, as if it isn’t possible for hihs "No relation She’s abusiness acquaintance Nohy don’t you go get solides to the kitchen, I ask, "Is she over here often?"

"Carla? Nah First time" He shovels a forkful of waffle into his mouth When he lowers his hand, his cuff almost dips into the syrup on his plate He shoves up his sleeves

He has a scar on his right forear from his wrist almost all the way to his elbow

"What happened?" I ask

His fork freezes halfway to his lances at the scar, then at hten A few erous" He nods toward o to the upraised skin It seems like there should be so fro with my head

Just like he intended, I’m sure

I clear my throat "Sorry I didn’t s of coffee She hands one to Shane, keeps the other for herself

"Kelly and Joe hooked up last night," she says, sitting in the chair next to hirunts in response I wish he hadn’t She takes that as a sign of interest and launches into a gossip session on the sex lives of people at last night’s party She never once looks uys Kelly’s been with, Shane gives s

I’m about to excuse myself from the table when there’s a flash outside theBefore I can identify the face peering inside, the fae fissures into the breakfast room

Shane stiffens but doesn’t turn He isn’t pulled in by the shadows like I am He doesn’t see their peaks and curves and his hands don’t itch for a pencil