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Athena
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I burst into my room, my parents hot on my heels and my mother gasps audibly at the sight of Anastacia, shivering uncontrollably on the bed, sweat still pouring out of her.
Meanwhile, my father’s eyes narrow as he glares at me, demanding to know why I didn’t notice that Anastacia wasn’t taking her juice and I open my mouth to defend myself, ready to remind him that it’s Adrian’s responsibility, plus I haven’t exactly been sitting around doing nothing.
I hate when he does this. If this was my fault, he wouldn’t be trying to point fingers at Adrian. But before I can utter a word, my father cuts me off again, his tone harsh and accusatory. He demands that I wake Adrian, his voice brooking no argument and with a nod, I sprint out of the room, leaving my moth
