“You shouldn’t have done that,” Cesar grumbled, shutting the door behind me. “Don’t start, please,” I grumble, lying down on my bed, covering my face with my hands. “I don’t know why I let that happen.” My room was a sad affair. I was only allowed books and black clothes, curtains and bedding. Elle had insisted on my living space being appropriately somber. Morgue-chic I had once described it. “I’ll be the one getting shit for you being on the stairs. I’ll get absolutely crucified by Luna Elle,” Cesar continued, keeping his voice low and level. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d spot me.” “You tell me all the time you’re not an idiot. Then you get caught watching on the stairs, honestly,” he sighs. “I’ve done it before.” Not at first, I spent the first year in complete bed-ridden denial and misery. “I don’t want to know Cassie,” he groaned. “I seriously don’t. Did I honestly hear you call him a vulture? That atrium just amplifies every sound. There won’t be a servant in here who
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