Rosalie's POVI called in sick the next day and spent most of it flat in bed. By late afternoon the worst of it had lifted — my body finally felt like it belonged to me again.My pajamas were damp with sweat. I sat up, decided a shower was the first order of business.The hot water did its job. Opened everything up, cleared my head, and the body wash I grabbed — something rich and warm — took care of whatever was left of that heavy, suffocating feeling.I dried off, wrapped the towel around myself, and started working on my hair. I heard something outside — a door, I thought — and assumed it was Mrs. Ford. I kept rubbing my hair dry as I walked out of the bathroom, through the closet, looking around.Nobody there.I turned to head back to the closet."Walking around with wet hair?"I spun around. Lucian was right there, leaning against the wall, watching me with complete calm, waiting to see how long it would take me to notice him."You're definitely still sick. I was standing right n
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