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Chapter 7-1
Chapter 7 HUNGER FINALLY FORCED me to come out of hiding. After I cleaned up, I headed for the dining hall, hoping I wouldn’t run into Nikolas there. It was his first day back after a mission, so he and Tristan were probably locked away in Tristan’s office. My anxiety lessened when I entered the dining hall and saw that Tristan was not at his usual table. I let out the breath I hadn’t known I was holding and went to get a tray. I’d always had a healthy appetite – to the envy of the other girls at my high school – and now I knew I could thank my Mohiri genes for my high metabolism. Those girls would positively hate me now if they could see the stack of pizza on my plate. I was on my second slice of pizza when Jordan pulled out a chair across from me and laid down her tray of burgers and
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