Forty-eight | 3 days, 15th hour
“Stella?” I glance up from the bed sheets surrounding me, Vincent's face visible on the frame of my door. Snorting, I burry my head under my pillow since the sun's too glaring to notice anything else. But Vincent doesn't let me sleep anymore as he rips it off from my hands. “Steven's here,” He informs me, helping me sit up since I'm too drowsy to move. Looking briefly at Steven's face, I do see him at the door as well. Behind him is a girl much shorter who shares his red hair and gray eyes. It takes me a minute longer to notice that she's actually his younger sister, Angela Lowell. Throwing my legs off the bed, I sit up, raking a hand through my hair. “Do you want to talk in the living room or...?” “'tsup Mr. Graichen?” I yawn out loud, disgerading his question. I cover my mouth with
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