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I’m not sure what I expected when I came to Zachary Thomas room that evening, but of all the things I pondered, the last thing I expected to be was sandwiched in bed with Arun and River Grey. At some point, both boys had turned up at Zachary’s without notice, waltzing through the door without so much as a knock and plonked themselves either side of me. What surprised me more was neither brother seemed to bat an eyelash as to why I was hanging around in Zachary’s bedroom at gone midnight. In fact, they just resumed the conversation they were having before they got in here like I wasn’t in the middle of them. I know what they are doing. They are being rude for a reason – to gauge my reaction, to test me, but I know the trick well. They are waiting to see what I do. So, I do the only logi