The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0220

Dad stares at me and then up at Jackson again. “What?” he asks. “I was just being polite

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“Jacks is…not great with polite,” I say, pressing myself warmly to his side. “Actually, I think he’d probably rather fight you than do the small talk thing.”

Jackson scowls, already coming back to himself a little. “Ari, I don’t want to fight him –”

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“I know,” I say, nodding and smiling up into his face. “Just can we all maybe take a bit of space? Try this again over midwinter, maybe over dinner?”

“Or an activity,” Rafe suggests, knowing that even a dinner might be a bit much for Jacks. ” Or a great, great deal of whiskey – barrels of it.”

“Enough,” dad snaps good–heartedly at Rafe, waving a dismissive hand at all of us as he turns away. “Fine, fine! We’ll do it all later! I need much more information anyway.”

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walks to the bed with mom at

great, Jacks,” I whisper,

he murmurs, glancing after my

humorous condescension, patting him on his shoulder with a laugh. I laugh too and Jackson gives a tentative smile, I think giving

again – suddenly, I long for a lock on it

around, a clipboard in his hand. “I’m looking for Cadets Sinclair, McClintock,

me his cap, which was apparently tucked into his back pocket. Hastily, I loop my hair up onto my head and whip the cap on top. It’s too big, but, in a

Rafe glances back at me

looking anxiously over at the King, Queen,

quietly together by the bed, perhaps wondering what the hell is going on. But

with a sigh, “the three of you have been marked

the way around before we see the professor at the door giving us a strange look. Jackson just clears his throat and awkwardly

again. “It’s not an issue that Cadet…Clark…” here she glances at me, and inwardly I cringe at how obvious she’s being,

stop. I think,” he glances at my dad here, “they were written that way