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

focus, a little, on a hand that pulls away from me, tucking itself into the pocket of a

get up, Shrimp,” the voice says, and my eyes

then sit up dead straight to stare up into Luca’s face,

Luca doing here during my

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glance past him, seeing

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

What…what the…

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

I want nothing more than to know that it’s okay between us that he forgives me for the secrets I had to keep from him.

notice the question in my eyes or he ignores it. Because he just shrugs and turns back to the room. “Come on,” he calls back to me, heading for his corner

was going

like…like he doesn’t want to

groan, putting my face in my hands for a second, trying to deal with my frustration even as I simultaneously try

his legs, taking up nearly the entire length. “We had a consultation about whether

—

prince, Jesse,” I call to him, my words muffled against

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for the dumbwaiter

be time for dinner, when I just

I must have slept much, much more

myself before heading to my corner of the couch, but when I get there… Luca doesn’t move his feet.

toe of his boot with my hand. “One,

look up

Chapa

two,” I continue, putting my hands on my hips.

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I need to lounge while I study. Otherwise the info doesn’t stick.” He taps his

I say, swatting him again.

you,” he says, looking up at me now with a little smirk on his lips, “have an entire nook to yourself, complete with bed and desk! I would suggest you make use of your surplus of