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Neva grins at me and throws a teasing glance at him. “Who’d have thought the princess would turn our Bash into a gentleman?”

He chuckles and takes his seat. “Nobody. Least of all me. But I can’t help myself.”

She rests her chin on her hand. “You two are so stinking adorable. I wish I still went here to see you every day.”

“Come back,” Bash says.

“If only. But I like it where we’ve moved. So, there’s that.”

We all dig in, and I stuff my face, not caring what anyone thinks.

“You up for another concert?” Neva asks. “I’d love to sing with you guys tonight, one last time before I have to go back to my new academy.”

I smile. “That’d be fun. Hopefully, I can get through all my studies first.”

“Perfect.” She beams. “I love having another girl to jam with. Too much testosterone, you know what I mean?”

I throw the guys a teasing glance. “Totally. It’s like—” A hot, searing pain radiates in my stomach, shooting around. Can’t breathe.

“Marra?” Bash sounds so far away.

I clutch my stomach. Try to cry out. Can’t find my voice. I still can’t remember the pain from last night, but this has to be round two. The agony intensifies. I fall from my chair. Bash pulls me close. Says something. Everything is a blur. So many faces surround me. They’re all speaking. Some reaching for me.

White shrouds my vision. I struggle to breathe, to stay awake. “Someone call my dad.”