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... ldn’t do anything except lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling like a pathetic idiot.
The mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Every creak of the old wood made me jump. Every shadow reminded me of silver eyes and moonflower scent.
I rolled onto my side. Then onto my back. Then onto my stomach.
Nothing helped.
*You’re being ridiculous,* Fenrir muttered.
"Shut up."
*You admitted it yesterday. You said the words. Why are you still fighting?*
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