CAROLINE'S POV
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The silk nightwear is cold against my skin as I crawl onto the bed, the material riding up to my calves as I sit crisscross, and lean against the dark headboard behind me. I can't keep my eyes off the ajar door, and my senses are tracked on the sound of the pelting water from the shower.
'He left that door open on purpose, didn't he?' The only distraction I have scoffs, but she's not denying it, nor is she confirming it.
'I wouldn't know what your mate does or why even if I were in his head.' My mate, not hers. 'Do you think we should go home?'
I can't deny that I have a liking to this place, especially away from Calaris, but I have family in Lunias, and it's been gnawing at me that I'm here, safe, catered to, cared for, and I don't even know if they are alive.
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