Chapter 92

• Jace Reyes
• “Set her down carefully,” Zane murmured—the kind of low warning only a twin brother could deliver without lifting his voice. He’d deny it if asked, but both of us were already in too deep with Ayla Cross.
• I eased Ayla onto the center of the single oversized dorm bed the academy had assigned us. Of course they gave the three of us one bed—this place had a twisted sense of humor. Her lashes fluttered, breath steady, but her aura crackled like live electricity. When I untied the silk scarf wrapped around her, her hair spilled everywhere… longer, softer, and glowing in a violet shade I had never seen on her before.