Vanessa was already home when I got back, curled up on the couch with an apple, watching TV. Perfectly relaxed.Nothing about her looked sick.She glanced over and smiled. "What kept you?""It's late. Get some rest. You've got the banquet with Adrian tomorrow." Her tone was sugar-sweet, the concern paper-thin. Then, casually: "You're so lucky, honestly. If I hadn't gotten sick, I'd be the one going."The message underneath was the same as always: everything I had was supposed to be hers. I was a thief who'd taken advantage of her bad luck.I pretended I hadn't caught it and turned toward my room.She caught my wrist and pulled me in, voice dropping to a coy whisper. "Did you see today? I kissed Adrian. Did he blush? What did his face look like?"It was deliberate. She kept bringing him up, dangling him in front of me to see if I'd flinch.Last life, I'd done what she wanted. Stood there with a frozen smile, swallowing every word, while she told me about her and Adrian."I didn't see."
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