~Valeria~I woke up to the smell of breakfast drifting under my door like it was trying to bribe me. Again. Third day in a row. My shoulder still throbbed under the bandage, but at least I could move my arm without wanting to scream. Small wins.I pushed myself up against the pillows. The second my feet hit the floor, the door opened. Lysander walked in carrying a tray like he was delivering gold bars. Behind him, Zane hovered with a second plate stacked high, pancakes this time, drowning in syrup and whipped cream. My stomach
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