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  1. Interlude: Shira Pelletier


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    Shira Pelletier was in her office, grading papers, as she made a point of telling all her students she did every Sunday for a couple hours. It got her out of the house – a necessity, after Saturdays spent with Megan and her children – but, more importantly, it made her accessible to students in a more or less private setting.… Read on

  2. Chapter 30: Jamian


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    688046 (1)This is what you really didn’t know
    This is where the truth don’t lie
    You find out who your friends are

    For the second time in two weeks, Jamian woke up in a bed not his own, laying on his side on the slick silk sheets, with Ty’s lavender-and-leather scent in his nose, a hand carelessly flopped over him.… Read on

  3. Chapter 29.5: Kailani


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
    And the white knight is talking backwards…

    “You want to give me answers?” Kailani craved nothing more in the world, but she’d begun to distrust offers of help, even from her friends. “Okay.”… Read on

  4. Chapter 29: Kailani


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    conkaiicon…if you go chasing rabbits
    …you know you’re going to fall…

    Conrad took her hand again when they exited the Store, but she found she didn’t mind. He squeezed her hand a little, and she squeezed back, finding she wasn’t angry at him so much as confused.… Read on

  5. Chapter 28: Shahin


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    688046And I’ll take the truth, at any cost

    As the Director’s Assistant escorted her friends away with manners as archaic as her own, Shahin watched, not her departing friends (although she made a note to thank Ayla profusely and with gifts at a later date), but Emrys, his face a case study in sour expressions – he was almost good enough at hiding emotions to pull off nonchalant, but the meeting with Ambrus, and the latter’s subsequent shanghaiing of Shahin’s friends, had left him shaken, and, if his hand on her waist was any indication, possessive, which was almost cute and strangely pleasant.… Read on

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