Celeste's POV
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Two days later, 8:05 Am. Female Dormitory.
"I still can't believe the Dean gave you and your boys a vacation," Willow whined for the zillionth time from her bed. "Meanwhile, I'm stuck here. Gods, when will this nightmare of a semester end?"
I held back a chuckle from my bed as I packed the last of my stuff into my bags.
The last two days, I've established ground rules with the others. A plan for us all that would ensure we keep the mate bonds secret.
And I'd also taken the liberty of asking my parents for access to one of their private beach houses.
Mom had mentioned wanting to take Silas and me to one of them when she was here anyway.
"Don't worry, Willow," I zipped the travelling bag, clutching my birkin. "I'll get you some souvenirs when we get back. Also—try not to talk much about where we went."
When I turned to her she had her eyes squinted. "Much or not at all?"
"Willow..."
