EMILY'S POV
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Wind howling is all I hear as I sit on the bed, reading through a book I found. It's a romance, where the man falls in love last. Knuckles hit my door, filling the room's silence. "Come in," I yell, and Nico strides in with an envelope, "How was your day?" he flicks the envelope against his palm, his cheeks red. "Good," I smile. I didn't do anything, but I also can't complain. Nico said that I'd get to train, and that we'd figure things out after my Luna ceremony, yet it's been two weeks and I have done nothing, every-single-day. "That's good," he smiles. He looks genuinely happy, and a bit nervous. My eyes flicker to the envelope, "What's that?" For a second I think it could be some sort of agreement he put together, but when he glances down, chuckling as he inches closer
