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"Dork."

"Your dork."

I turn slightly in his arms, resting my cheek against his broad, bare chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Go to sleep, fiancé."

EPILOGUE

BOONE

The exam grade comes in on a Thursday morning while I'm in the middle of alpha leadership seminar, listening to Professor Harwick explain interspecies coalition building. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I feel the bond flare before I even check the screen.

It's that specific bright, electric warmth that floods across from Maisie whenever something goes right.

I pull my phone out under the desk.

Maisie: I just got my exam grade back.

Then a couple of seconds later.

Maisie: Boone.

Maisie: BOONE.

Then a screenshot of her student portal showing an eighty-nine in Creature Physiology, followed immediately.

Maisie: Don't make it weird.

I'm already making it weird. I'm grinning like a complete idiot in the middle of a silent lecture hall, and Tate, sitting two seats down, takes one look at my face and buries his forehead in his hands.

Maisie: I just got my exam grade back.

Maisie: Boone.

Maisie: BOONE.

Maisie: Don't make it weird.

Boone: Eighty-nine.

Maisie: Yes.

Boone: On the hardest exam of the semester.

Maisie: Boone, I know what exam I took.

Boone: That's incredible, baby. I'm proud of you.

Three dots bounce, disappear, and pop back up.

Maisie: ...thank you. I'm very pleased with myself.

Boone: You should be.

Maisie: I earned that grade myself.

Boone: You absolutely did.