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closer, and she complied, taking a seat halfway down the table.
    Not close enough to be deemed presumptuous, but not far enough away to be seen as fishing for a compliment when he decides whether or not to invite me closer.
    Sebastian seemed content with her choice. He got straight down to business. "Has my daughter settled in well?" he inquired.
    "Very well. She is…leery of the challenge. Samara wonders why we still permit it."
    "She will understand in time." He dismissed her concerns.
    It is never smart to disagree with an Alpha, even one who is somewhat fond of you. "As you say. Regardless, her first sight of her mates was promising, and she has chosen a den sister."
    The muscle at the back of Sebastian's jaw twitched. "And her choice?"
    Marietta tried not to take that personally. Did he really believe she would fail to discourage a bad choice? She cleared her throat. "A sound one. A lower noble daughter but loyal and pleasant. They get along well together."
    "Do I know the family?"
    "I believe you do." She knew he did, but it never hurt to act as if she didn't, in case he'd forgotten the couple. "Eva's mother is Trisha, and her mate is Dane Howell. Eva is their youngest daughter."
    "Adored but not pampered and spoiled." He tapped a fingertip against his lower lip, deep in thought. "She has an elder brother and two elder sisters, as memory serves. And this will mean a social jump for the entire family." He nodded. "Good. Tell the girl what she needs to know, and keep me informed."
    "As you wish, Sebastian." With that, she was off to her work.

Chapter Three
    A week later
     
    "Welcome, class of two thousand and nineteen."
    Samara clapped politely and hoped it was the end of the Matriculation ceremony.
    "Finally," Eva huffed. "I cannot wait to get out of this gown."
    "That makes two of us," Samara agreed.
    The day was sweltering, and the scarlet, velvet-trimmed graduation gowns were overkill, considering the weather.
    When the board members left the stage, they were both out of their seats, stripping off the gowns with sighs of relief. Marietta and Suzanne, Eva's servant, appeared to take them with silent nods that said they would be in the dorms if there was need of their services.
    Around them, other servants did the same, male servants for male students and female for female.
    Ladies' maids and gentlemen's gentlemen. But Marietta isn't just a lady's maid. She was also a bodyguard of sorts, a teacher, and—for all that it galled Samara—something of a nanny. Were all the servants the same, or was Marietta simply responding to the fact that—unlike the other students—Samara didn't know the rules and traditions already?
    In the distance, Christiana pushed her gown at her servant as if she loathed the sight of her…or of the gown. Samara couldn't be sure which, but she suspected it was the servant that irritated her.
    "Is there a problem, Samara?" Eva asked, her golden-green eyes narrowing.
    Samara looked away from Christiana before the other woman could catch her staring. Deciding what to say or ask was difficult. She never knew who was listening in. Beyond not wanting to start a war with Christiana with a misplaced word, Samara didn't want to appear naïve or stupid.
    She'd never realized how much there could be to learn about the university. The first full day she'd been on campus alone had consisted of Eva and Marietta teaching Samara rules and traditions. None of the remaining ones involved fighting, as far as she could tell, and her two tutors had promised to head her off at the pass if it seemed she was about to commit a faux pas of some sort. So far, she hadn't.
    Eva and Marietta answered her questions patiently, even when Eva's expression announced she found them odd. Samara trusted them, but she didn't doubt her standing with the rest of the student body was precarious. She couldn't undermine it with a poor choice of question or comment in public.
    A hand closed on Samara's shoulder. She met Eva's gaze and