Chapter 45
Astrid The thick book grazes the edge of the couch and lands on the wood floor with a dramatic thud. I look up curiously, my hair sliding over the velvet cushion and falling past my shoulders. My harasser grins at me, utterly pleased with interrupting my new hobby. Watching the ceiling and thought processing seems to be the only excitement in my life these days. “What?” I ask, aloof. Carson removes the stack of books from his lap and stands in front of me. He playfully taps the edge of my foot with his shoe. “My friends are having a small get-together tonight.” My eyes widen, and I sit up from my slouched position. “You have friends, little rabbit?” I gasp mockingly. “I have more friends than your cranky ass,” He quips. A scornful smile crosses my lips, and I f
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