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Worlders anymore – we’re much more complicated.”
    Legann watched her, somewhat speechless. He wanted to refute that once an Other Worlder always an Other Worlder, but he knew better. She was right. During basically the past two years, something in them had changed. He, just as she did, no longer felt entirely from the Other Worlds. In fact, at the moment he felt very much like an Ethon.
    When Legann didn’t reply, Olinia offered him a sad smile. “I’m sorry to have put it so bluntly, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Even if we someday do go back, I don’t think I can be queen.”
    Again, he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to say. Half of his brain knew that he should want to go home to the Other Worlds, but the other half was telling him that he didn’t need to. Could he and Olinia really live the rest of their lives in Ethon?
    Before he had the chance to form a sentence, Olinia broke into his thoughts. “I’m tired. Goodnight, Legann.” With that she headed for the stairs, leaving Legann to stare at her back.
    He sighed and sank onto the couch, suddenly feeling exhausted and no longer caring about the soda in his hand. “Night, Nia.”

 
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    The weeks were once again blending together. It was week six of her semester, but it could have been week thirty-six for all she knew. Even though she felt drained and bored as usual, there was something else behind her fatigue. She had the vague sense that she was on the brink of desperation. Trenton had spent the last weekend with her and Legann. She cared for her father’s former friend a great deal, but his eyes… Sometimes Trenton brought her more pain than joy. Sadly, this past visit was one of those times.
    As the music blaring in her ears switched songs, Olinia leaned her elbows on the table in front of her and placed her head in her hands, running her fingertips over her scalp. She didn’t really want to think about Trenton at the moment.
    Just then, an image of herself sitting down with her back to the beholder came into her head. The person recognized her, and she unfortunately recognized him. Olinia felt like cursing. She was in no mood to entertain.
    He tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, even though she already knew who had joined her. Apparently, being in the library of her school on the topmost floor in a corner that was generally unoccupied didn’t mean that she could ever really be alone. The lack of people was what drew her there to study – she didn’t like to be bothered. Yet, here Porter was with that silly, smug grin of his. He was pleased to have found her. Had he been searching for her? Reluctantly, Olinia pulled out one of her earbuds.
    “Fancy meeting you here,” he said cheerfully and dropped into the seat beside hers.
    Olinia resolved to never sit at a desk that sat more than one person ever again. She forced a smile. “Yeah, small world.”
    “What class are you studying for?” He wasn’t going to go away.
    She dug her nails into her palm. He knew exactly which class she was studying. He’d already observed that their Anthropology book was open in front of her. He simply wanted her to say it so that he could offer to study with her. Why did he choose her as his next conquest? She wasn’t going to fall for his little games. If only she could still turn herself invisible. “I actually just finished doing the reading for Anthropology and was about to leave.”
    “Oh good, so you’ve got some free time before your next class.”
    Olinia mentally kicked herself. There was still thirty minutes until their Anthropology class. She shouldn’t have said she was done reading. At least if she was studying he wouldn’t try to talk to her. She pulled a face. “Maybe I’ll go take a nap.”
    She wants me to leave, he mused to himself . Sorry, not going to happen. I need some information first.
    What information? Olinia blinked. What could he, an Ethon, possibly want from her?