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      Chapter 51

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I shut the door behind me, her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—vanilla and lily of the valley, lingering on my skin, taunting me, clinging to me like a brand I didn’t want to shake. It was maddening. That scent wasn’t supposed to get under my skin, but it was there, woven into every inhale, igniting something primal, something dark. The memory of her body pressed against mine burned behind my eyes, the shock in her face when I’d leaned in, the heat sparking between us like a live…
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      Chapter 50

      by Quinn Hawthorne   The hallway outside the Headmaster’s office was silent, save for the echo of my footsteps. My pulse still drummed with the remnants of tension from that meeting. Every word from Headmaster Brightwen had felt like a calculated trap, each offer of “support” baited with underlying intentions. The air felt thick, as though the shadows themselves carried a warning to stay on guard. But I barely took three steps before I felt another presence blocking my path. Xavier. His figure loomed in…
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      Chapter 5

      by Quinn Hawthorne Closing my textbook, I sat back in my chair with a sigh. I was finally done with my final paper. I’m so glad the professor opted to have us write a paper instead of an exam, even a practical exam. Just theory on an original spell. I chose a spell that, in theory, will be a great asset to researchers. Having the ability to transfer handwritten notes and older books into a digital format for easier archives. Since laptops aren’t allowed during class, I was sick of always typing the things I had already…
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      Chapter 48

      by Quinn Hawthorne   The Pyrope Garnet felt heavier every day. Its pulse beneath my collarbone was a constant reminder of the power simmering inside me, a force I hadn’t yet fully grasped. But the cost was becoming clearer with each passing class. I sat at the back of the classroom, pretending to take notes, but the strain of trying to contain my powers had me distracted. My fingers itched against the fingerless gloves, which I’d started wearing to hide the ever-darkening mark. The urge to pull the gloves off and…
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      Chapter 47

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I stepped into my nest, a sense of quiet washed over me, like sinking into still water after a storm. The noise of the hallways, the stares, and whispered words faded to nothing, leaving only the soft glow of string lights and the familiar comfort of my carefully constructed space. I let out a long breath, dropping my bag and sinking onto the plush mattress. The Garnet rested against my collarbone, warm, steady—a quiet pulse of power grounding me, connecting me to the magic that was now mine.…
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      Chapter 45

      by Quinn Hawthorne The knock was measured, intentional. I knew who it was before I even opened the door. Word traveled fast around here, and it was only a matter of time before Gideon and Xavier came knocking, likely looking for answers. Or at least for me to confirm what they’d already heard. I swung open the door, and there they were, standing side by side like some odd pair of investigators—Gideon looking tense, almost hurt, and Xavier guarded, his usual easygoing demeanor subdued. “So, it’s true then,”…
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      Chapter 44

      by Quinn Hawthorne My dorm felt oddly empty as I reached the familiar door, my hand pausing on the doorknob. Everything looked the same—the worn edges of the door, the slightly faded plaque listing the names of the residents. I squinted, feeling a sense of unease settle in my stomach. There was only one name on it. My heart skipped a beat as I took a closer look. My name was there, “Gideon Carter,” etched in the same blocky typeface I’d seen for the last four years. But underneath it, where “Silas Graves”…
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      Chapter 43

      by Quinn Hawthorne The place was small, but I couldn’t stop staring at it, trying to drink in every detail. Our own quarters. It still didn’t feel real, not quite. The room had that scent of fresh paint and clean, empty surfaces, but soon it would be filled with warmth, memories… and, of course, our scents. The thought made my heart flutter. Silas walked past me, carrying a stack of soft linens that seemed to swallow his arms, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could see his muscles tense as he held the bundle, his…
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      Chapter 42

      by Quinn Hawthorne The door barely clicked shut before I felt Gideon’s glare boring into me. My pulse spiked, a mix of irritation and something sharper tightening in my chest. But I wasn’t backing down. “Seriously, Gideon?” I shot out, crossing my arms. “It was just a joke. Xiomara can handle it. She’s not exactly—” “Enough,” he cut me off, his voice low and harsh. He stepped closer, his jaw set, and something dark in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. “You think humiliating her, like that, was…
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      Chapter 41

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first day back always had that same buzz—the one that filled the air with just enough chaos to keep me from being bored out of my mind. But today, Gideon had wandered off, lost in some tedious conversation with an old friend from his dorm. I watched him, half-hoping he’d finish up soon so we could do something… anything, really. But he didn’t. He was too focused, too absorbed. I rolled my eyes, tapping my fingers on the side of my bag. Where was the fun in standing around, waiting? That was…
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