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Who was this John Teeleman from Eli Lilly? Even his name enraged me.

Deciding right there and then I couldn’t care less what Aidan Lennox thought about my looks, I threw my shoulders back and walked. They fell into step beside me.Uncle Aidan said I can get mac and cheese again if they have it.

Mac and cheese always sounded good. I might have had butterflies, but I could eat around them. Maybe carbs would crush the little bastards. Sounds great.That was it? That was all I was going to say? Why were words deserting me?Thankfully, Sylvie continued to chatter as we entered the cafeteria, and as we waited in line for our food. Aidan paid for my lunch and when I thanked him, he waved my words away.

Irritation bubbled under my skin but I let it go. He’d gone from teasing me back at the common room with the kids, to stoic silence and a blank expression I quite frankly wanted to smack off his face.I liked being able to read people.

So, Nora. What’s your surname? Aidan said as soon as we took a seat.

Surely your private investigator can find that out, I cracked.What are you doing? he asked his teacher.

Rhage shook his head. No, you’re looking really fucking suicidal.Peyton had no idea how long it took to get back to the training center. Time had ceased to be something that could be measured in any kind of unit—it was more like the vastness of space, never ending, incalculable, larger than himself and anyone else. He also wasn’t exactly sure how he came to be underground and in the Brotherhood’s facility. He had no memory of the bus ride in, or of entering the facility, and he didn’t recall how he’d ended up in the break room, sitting in a chair.

There must have been some ambulation involved. He sure as shit hadn’t dematerialized down the corridor or been carried here. His brain was flatlined—Oh, God, he didn’t want to use that word.