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One by one, Sonder and the others joined in her laughter, whether from joy or hysteria or both.

Atta

5 September 1995

“I’m going to be late,” Atta whispered against Sonder’s mouth.

He ran his hands up and down her bare thighs. “I do believe you’re the one trapping me here, Professor Morrow-Murdoch.”

She pushed off of him, and he chuckled deeply. “I need to make a good impression. These are my first students.”

“You saved the world,a stór. Even Agamemnon couldn’t help but beg your forgiveness and admit your genius.”

Atta snorted. That wasn’t exactly how it happened. The truth was nothing so romantic as all that, but she had been asked to return to Trinity, and this time as a professor. Her research had become a worldwide phenomenon, and their story a thing of legend.

She wandered naked around their room in the flat they’d rented after their summer-long honeymoon on the Amalfi Coast. She couldn’t find the outfit she’d laid out.Oh god,she was going to mess everything up before she even started.

Sonder tossed a tweed blazer at her from across the room. “I had it pressed for you.” He pulled on his trousers. “Get ready, and I’ll be back with coffee and pastries.”

An hour later, Atta’s hands trembled as she turned around to face her first set of students at Trinity College Dublin.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is Professor Morrow-Murdoch, and welcome to The History of the Fae Plague. Please open your textbooks to Page One. ”

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