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"Oh, and the fourth roommate shows up tomorrow. Theo. He’s a vampire and a quiet guy, keeps to himself." He disappeared into his room. I shut my door and ate three cookies standing up. They were good. Really good. The day dragged on. I organized my room, tried to read, gave up and took a shower then changed into sleep clothes, an old sleeveless nightdress. Pizza showed up around eight. I stayed in my room and heard Jax and Luca talking through the wall. I couldn't make out words, just voices. My wolf stirred. She wanted to go out there. "No," I said firmly. She huffed and settled.

I pointed out, nodding at her splinted hand and the way she winced every time the car hit a pothole. She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Mostly. The pain meds make me loopy, but I can handle shopping. I just need… normal. Hoodies. Jeans. A backpack that doesn’t cost more than a car. You know?” “Normal,” I echoed, smiling. “We’re really doing this, huh?” “Stanford freshmen,” she said. “Roommates. Study buddies. Late-night ramen. The whole cliché.” I laughed. “Vane’s going to lose his mind when he realizes we’re sharing a dorm.”

I strained to hear what they were all saying. “And that was how we were able to do it,” I heard one of them say. It was hard to recognize them because they were putting on black cloaks that covered their heads. But as soon as one of them was able to finish speaking, I could recognize the rest. Even in the dim light, I could recognize all four of them. The first three that were standing together were Karen, Sarah and Hailey. I wondered what my room mates were doing in such a place wearing black cloaks.

I said, trying to reclaim my existing clothes on him. “You have to get out of here! I no longer want you to stay here!" “Wh… what? are you crazy? how could that be? " "How can what? I'm fed up with you! not yet a month living with you, i'm almost crazy! so now, you have to go right now!” he said, putting my clothes into the suitcase. “You can't act like that to me? you promised to share a room with me!”

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

"You ignored me when I called you, and now you slap me in the face!" I widened my eyes like I was clueless. "Huh? You called me? I didn’t hear." Then, I deliberately plucked out my wireless earbuds, even though no music was playing. "Maybe I was listening to music." Rachel froze, grinding her teeth. "You did it on purpose." The other two roommates jumped in right away. "Lila, were you deliberately ignoring Rachel?" "Are you still mad? She only left you out because she thought you were busy with Student Office work. You totally twisted her intentions."

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

I then washed my face and wiped both my face and neck with a towel. That’s when I noticed two workers approaching. They were dressed in the same black clothing and masks as the others. At first, they looked at me, then around the area—as if searching for someone. Instinctively, I looked around too, trying to figure out who they might be looking for. Then they turned their attention back to me. “Where are your roommates?” one of them asked, his tone stern and cold. I cleared my throat nervously, feeling my palms begin to sweat. How do I even explain this?

Now the space felt too small to hold everything I was trying to leave behind. I folded the last black shirt and shoved it into the duffel bag. The zipper caught halfway. I yanked it harder than necessary. The sound grated against the quiet. Behind me, the door creaked. I looked and saw Rico and Jace...my patrol roommates for the last year... They leaned against the frame with their arms crossed, watching me like I’d grown a second head. “You’re really doing this?” Rico asked. His voice was low and carefully, like he was talking to someone standing on the edge of a cliff.