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STEPHEN'S POV

I anxiously sipped the water that I had turned into a glass earlier, the coolness doing nothing to help with my feeling of nervousness. I could feel a drop of sweating sliding down my forehead and down my face. It went even further, going beyond my chin as it gathered a bit before it finally dropped, joining others to hit the soft material that made up the collar of my shirt, causing the colour of the shirt to turn into a darker shade.

I licked my lips anxiously, spending a few extra seconds to place my bottom lip between my teeth as I applied pressure and bit lightly on it.

Clyde fixed me with a pointed look, the same one I was familiar with because I had seen him use it on Ardyn one too many times when he knew the younger was about to do something stupid. His harsh and intimidating gaze didn't relent, so I, unwillingly, released the hold I had on my lip, resorting to fondling with my fingers instead.

I could hear Ardyn rummaging through the cabinets in the kitchen.