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“Morgan, come in,” said Lu, hurrying to the other room. When Morgan stepped through the curtains and saw her, she clapped a hand over her mouth, staring. “I know, right?” Lu fingered a lock of her hair. Without all the weight, her head felt as if it were floating above her shoulders, light as air. She had to admit she liked the feeling, though she felt unduly exposed, her neck bare to the cool air, her nape naked. She also had to admit she wanted to be angry with Honor for doing something so drastic, but wasn’t. She got it now. She had her sister’s number. That hardcore, badass act wasn’t fooling her anymore. Beneath that icy façade was just a girl who felt everything a little too much, and didn’t know how to handle it. Morgan’s gaze flicked to the floor in front of the vanity. She sa
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