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If I strain my ears I can hear their voices, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.
What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall.
Jillian hates her brother almost as much as we do.
That can only be a good thing.
Chapter fifty-six
Dante
RacheltoldAmandashecan use magic, and my mate seems pleased as she spins the deactivated charms around in the air with her power. It’s cute how happy she seems with such a simple spell.
“This place seems great,” she admits. “I always would have wondered what it would be like.”
She’s definitely still thinking the dream realm stuff is her real life.
It’s kind of trippy to even think it, but she’s been talking as if she thinks this is the dream.
If nothing else, it shows how good she thinks her life is.
Even if she doesn’t think it’s hers.
When there’s a knock on the door, she lets the charms drop and picks them up again quickly, her eyes widening.
She relaxes as soon as Jillian calls out, “Knock-knock!”
Letting her friend into the room, I wait for Sean to call me to leave.
It doesn’t happen.Huh.Well, if my Alpha isn’t ordering me to get out of here, then I’m not leaving my mate’s side.
Amanda closes the door and Jillian looks around.
“Wow,” she says. “You know, I’ve never been in one of these dorm rooms. I had no idea they were so nice.”
“It’s okay, I guess,” Amanda says, shrugging.
Clearly, the room isn’t ringing any bells for her. I’d be surprised, and kind of offended if it did, considering how little time she spent here compared to being around me and our pack.
Jillian sits down on the other bed, bouncing a little to check the mattress. “Nice. I might need to move in here with you for a bit.”
Amanda laughs. “I’m not staying here.”
Her friend raises an eyebrow at her. “I heard you were thinking about letting my brother claim you.”
The smile fades from Amanda’s lips. “I know you don’t think we’re right together ...”
Jillian gives her a sad smile. “Come, sit. Please?”
Amanda sighs before she walks over and sits down next to her friend.
“Remember that time you spoke to him, and he ignored you?”
Amanda frowns. “Which time?”
“Exactly,” Jillian says. “How many times has he pretended you didn’t exist? How many times did he care too much about what it would look like to acknowledge you, to give you the common courtesy of a smile or a wave?”
I didn’t think it was possible to hate him more than I already do, but Jillian’s making her point so damn well that I can’t help the anger it sparks in me.
