MALLERY'S POV
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I sit on the bed for about a minute, dressed in black denim shorts and a white, loose, thin strap blouse, staring down at my flip-flops, wondering if this would be enough. Jace said he'd be back, but it's taking a while and the fear of him forgetting me makes my palms sweat. Why is he taking so long? I'm not necessarily in a hurry to meet his parents, so I don't mind link him to hurry up. This feels like an attack, it feels like this was sprung on me. He should've known they were coming, so why didn't he tell me? I wanted to tell him what happened yesterday, I wanted to tell him what I did, but he was fast asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake him with bad news, so I let him sleep, thinking that he'd perhaps come up in the middle of the night, but I guess he was
