Cassian's povIt's been a few days since Maya returned, her mood has been getting sour and all she does is check up on me and lock herself in her room.The pain has subsided for the most part but my vision is still blurry. I force myself off the bed my body aching from days of remaining motionless, my feet find the floor the cold surface biting at my skin. I slid the slippers on hoping to stretch my legs and see how everything is going — myself, and not hear it from Leo's and Holden's mouths.The house is still, except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator. The guards move on and about, their movements swift and detached. Maya treks down the stairs absentmindedly twirling a piece of hair. “What are you doing out of bed?” She asks the minute our eyes meet.“Uh, stretching,” I mumble, scratching my head.She looks around, narrowing her eyes at me. “ I just removed a tumor out of your eye days ago,” she says, her voice low but harsh.I sigh. “I'm feeling much better.”“I don't care,
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