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Dhalia POV

As I watch her go, a thought suddenly strikes me, and panic flares in my chest. She never left on those weekends—she basically lived with me and Carl from Friday until Sunday, sometimes even until Monday morning. How didn’t she know what Carl was doing while I was asleep?

“Princess?” Chase’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I look up at him, forcing a smile. “Don’t smile,” he says softly, concern lacing his words. “What was that look?”

He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me down the hallway as I struggle to push the thoughts away. “Nothing,” I whisper. “I was just explaining that I’m considering staying here after things are fixed, that’s all.”

I don’t want to say anything more—I don’t even know if Carl had drugged her too. It’s possible, especially since I passed out every weekend. The guilt gnaws at me, the idea that she might have been victimised too, without either of us realising it.

“And what are you thinking? Will you be staying here?” Chase asks, looking down at