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Lia
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“You can’t sleep too?” I ask Merlot as she enters my room after knocking, and she shakes her head before saying she can’t. I open my arms, and she walks over to the bed, and we lean against the headboard, cuddling.
“Were you reading?” she asks, looking at Bernard Cornwell’s Warlord book next to me, and I tell her I was trying to read, but my head is too busy, and I couldn’t. We’ve all been on the edge since Rick and the guys got here. Tyler’s parents are also here with us. Chris called again and asked me to send a driver to fetch them. I don’t know how he expects me to believe everything is fine after that. Merlot takes the remote and puts on the TV, but I hear her stomach grumble. I ask if she’s hungry, and she says no, but her stomach grumbles again. She hardly ate
