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GLYNDON “You’ll be late anyway, so how about we go back to my very logical idea of staying in bed all day?” I stare at Killian from my position in the passenger seat of his car. “Are you kidding?” He taps his finger on the steering wheel. “It’s strange how I rarely joke, but you choose to think that anyway. We need to work on your denial issues.” I roll my eyes and stare out the window. “Did you just roll your eyes?” “And what about it? We need to work on that, too?” “Yes. That’s an extremely juvenile gesture.” “Wow. Look at you being all proper. The queen is searching for her etiquette instructor.” “Doubt she needs one anymore.” “That was sarcasm.” “I know.” He offers me one of his rare smiles. “I also know you use it when you’re nervous. It’s useless to keep worrying about being late to class since you will be anyway.” My lips part. I’m well aware of his observational and emotion-reading skills, but I’m not ready to experience them over and over again. “I’m not like you. I can’t help