/-Miray-/How much had he seen?My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the towel, dazedly wrapping the soft fabric around myself. But I told myself, even as my skin burned, that it meant nothing. That it changed nothing.The days that followed were strange.Lysander avoided me. I couldn’t understand how I knew because he was rarely around, but whenever he was, I felt it. He was avoiding me. He was still the same cold person, the same dismissive man, but whenever I entered the dining room or crossed his path, he would leave…coincidentally.Part of me was relieved because I also didn’t want to have anything to do with him, but another part of me felt oddly stung. Clarissa on the other hand was the exact opposite. She was everywhere, asking questions about my day, my plans, my friends and everything. She was always probing, always trying to get more information.And I noticed another thing. She kept asking about Lysander.…I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted my hair cli
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