CLEO’S POV
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"Oh my Goddess," Gizelle says out loud, pulling me from my slumber and I was about to sit up when her hand flies to my face, her fingers touching my cheek. I winch, hissing as I pull away, "What the hell happened to you?" she asks, her other hand brushing my hair out of the way to the fading egg near my hairline.
"I fell," I lower her hand away from my face as I sit up, my bladder stinging and I crawl out of bed with sore limbs. Every muscle of my body aching as I drag my feet across the room and into the bathroom. "Why are you lying to me?" Gizelle hammers her fist against the locked bathroom door. "I am not!" I bellow as I relieve my bladder. "Why do you always lock the door?" she jiggles the handle and I roll my eyes as I flush the toilet, "Because you have no boundaries
