The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 56

I lounge for a good ten minutes in perfect comfort, letting my mind turn where it will, brushing my fingers through my hair and wishing for a proper brush instead of the scanty little combs that the Academy provides to its boys, who apparently have no real need for hair care.

I’m passively wondering if there’s some way to requisition’a proper brush when suddenly the little bell on the dumbwaiter rings. Eager, a little excited, I jump up and scurry over to it, delighted when I open the door to find a little plated lunch waiting for me – just a sandwich and a glass of apple juice, but still.

I mean, it’s not a power bar, right?

I whisper my thank–you to the dumbwaiter, which I realize is stupid even as I do it, pressing the door shut with my shoulder as I carry my food over to my nook. There, I climb into bed with it, digging into my sandwich as I simultaneously open my Chemistry book, getting started where I left off this morning.

The material is fascinating to me, thank goodness. I mean, I’ve studied chemistry before, but as I work my way through our assigned chapters I realize that this text has been specifically designed for precisely the kind of chemical study that an assassin might need. I frown for a moment but am ultimately unsurprised when I flip to the front of the book, looking for the author’s name.

I find it, immediately under the title. Dr. Francis Neumann. I laugh, shaking my head – of course he wrote it, just for us.

The next few hours pass easily as I sink into the text, eagerly consuming the information and taking notes that I hope will be useful for review tomorrow morning. As I read I rebraid my hair on my head, gathering my discarded clothes and putting them back on after a trip to the bathroom to take a hasty shower and get cleaned up. Because as much as I’m enjoying my alone time, I am aware that my brother and my cousin are going to come back eventually, probably with Ben and Luca in tow.

And even though I suspect that all of the boys know my secret now…

Well, it’s not going to be good to get caught in my underwear, is it?

So towards the end of my study hall I pull my cap back onto my head and tuck myself beneath by blankets fully dressed, wanting to be cozy and warm while I have the chance, as Rafe’s probably going to make me go work out in some cold gym.

The plan backfires, unfortunately, and I get a little too cozy.

So cozy that my eyes start to drift shut bit by bit, my exhaustion from yesterday catching up with my sleepness night, which combines with the fascinating but difficult information in the book.

Eventually I stop fighting it, letting my eyes close and my head drift back onto my pillow, promising myself…just a moment to rest my eyes…

Aaaand I fall in to a deep, consuming, dreamless snooze that lasts way, way longer than five

minutes.

The next thing I know, something is gently drawing a line down my cheek…

I breathe in a deep breath, my eyelids slowly lifting, and I turn towards whatever is touching me, confused

from me, tucking itself into the

Shrimp,” the voice says, and my eyes widen. “You

sit up dead straight to stare up into Luca’s

Luca doing here

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him, seeing that the room is bizarrely

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on their armchairs, talking easily about their workouts that day. Ben sitting on the floor, cushions

What…what the…

dinner time.” Luca says, laughing a little. “Seriously, that was one hell of a nap.”

my eyes suddenly full of pleading. Because I want nothing more than to know that it’s okay

just shrugs and turns back to the room. “Come on,” he

No one was going to notice if we had a private chat for

away like…like he doesn’t

need it? I groan a tiny little groan, putting my face in my hands for a second, trying to deal with my frustration even

as Luca falls gracefully onto the sofa, grabbing a book out of his bag as he stretches out his legs, taking up nearly the entire length. “We had a consultation about whether or not to wake you a fairly loud consultation – and when you slept through it Jesse persuaded me to let you out of workout tonight and

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prince, Jesse,” I call to him, my

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for the dumbwaiter when the

it be time for

grumbles, I realize that I must have slept

the couch, but when I get there… Luca doesn’t

I say, swatting the toe of his boot with my hand. “One, boots

look up at

Chapa

hands on my

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have to find a new space we’re having a studious dinner tonight, and I need to lounge while

jaw drops. “Luca!” I say, swatting him

to yourself, complete with