Twenty-eight | 41 days, 7th hour
"Stella," My eyes blink furiously against the white ceiling, bright white blots blinking against the edges of my vision. I hear my name be called again, so I sit up and squint at the image ahead. It's Hadrian leaning against the door frame, his chest bare and his waist to knee covered by this towel. It's hanging dangerously low. "Mom says it's time to take a bath," says Ian. Staring at him, I just turn around and lay back into my warm bed. The pillow on my head covering any source of light coming into the room. "Stella," I let out a groan. "Stella." "Go away, Ian." "Mom told me to wake you up." "I'm awake." I hear his feet shuffling into my room, and then I feel the weight of the bed shift. "Go wake Chey up. Or Valentine. God, Ian, you're so annoying." Ian pulls on my feet, the
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