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Chapter 130 XENOIS  The silence in my head was unsettling. I'd gotten used to old Xenois's constant commentary over the past week—the observations, the criticisms, the unwanted insights into people's body language and tactical vulnerabilities. But since the migraine three days ago, since that nosebleed that had terrified Celeste so badly she'd called for an emergency doctor visit, he'd been quiet. Completely, utterly quiet. The brain scan had come back clean. No bleeding, no swelling, no structural damage that would explain the severity of the headache. Dr. Morrison had seemed relieved, as had Dmitri and Sloane when I'd told them the results. Celeste had actually cried—quiet tears of relief that she'd tried to hide in the bathroom, but I'd heard them anyway. "Just a severe migraine," Dr. Morrison had said. "Likely triggered by stress and the cognitive load of recovering memories. Keep taking the preventative medication, manage your stress levels, and call me immediately if it happens a