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  92. By Amanda Hocking

Before she’d gone, I’d pulled Dagny aside and in a hushed voice, made her reassure me that this wasn’t still a dream.

But this still felt so unreal and bizarre. Eliana was back, and Jem-Kruk was in my apartment, watching me with a bemused expression as I paced the room. My stomach flipped the same way it had every other time I had seen him—a mixture of butterflies and a hint of trepidation. But I had never felt both quite so intensely before.

It had been weeks since I saw him last, with the Lost Month in the middle, and now he was here, in my home, telling me that a cult had stolen my blood to open a bridge to a dangerous, mysterious kingdom.

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I’d climbed up to my bedroom loft to gather up all the blankets and pillows I could spare, and I didn’t realize that Jem had followed me until I heard his voice behind me.

“It’s cozy up here,” he mused, and I looked back to see him perched at the top of the ladder at the edge of my loft.

I knelt on my bed, my heart racing in my chest, and I realized this was the first boy I’d had in this bedroom. Although the term “room” was being generous. It was an open loft above the bathroom.

Wood railings surrounded it to keep me from falling eight feet in the middle of the night, and the slant of the roof meant that I didn’t have a ton of headroom. The floor space wasn’t that much bigger than the mattress, with a nightstand and outlet squeezed in by the head of the bed, and I had some storage in the shortest part of the room, past the foot of the bed.

To brighten the small space up, I’d strung fairy lights around the loft, and I’d tacked up pictures of my friends and the kids in Förening on the wall by my nightstand. It was cozy, actually.

And there was Jem, his dark eyes taking it all in. The warm glow of the fairy lights played wonderfully on his tawny skin, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the playful smattering of freckles across his face. His black waves of hair hung mostly free, except where a few small, well-placed braids kept the rest of his hair out of his face.

He was so handsome, he seemed unreal, and his smile cut through me like a knife through melted butter.

“Is it okay that I’m up here?” Jem asked. He must’ve noticed something off in my expression.

“Yeah, yeah.” I nodded weakly. I had just thought that Pan would be the first guy I had in my bedroom, but I didn’t say that.

Jem-Kruk came farther up, and he slid back on my bed so he was sitting beside me.