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Dante seems to sense the tension between Anya and me. "Let's get to class, everyone." He always tries to keep things calm between us. She may have the others fooled by her recent change in behavior, but not me. "Take Anya with you," Damon tells Dante. The four of them have the same class, unlike me. "Where will you be?" Anya asks him. "I want to make sure Clarissa gets to class without anyone harassing her." He explains to her. My heart does that little jump when he makes small gestures like this to keep me safe. "I think she's old enough to care for herself, Damon." She tells him gently, but I can hear the edge in her voice. "It is okay—" "Shh," He shushed me. "I'm dropping you to class." I try to hide my smile as Anya practically glares at me. I've managed to win this rou