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SIXTEEN
LISSA FOUND ME LATER IN the day. I'd fallen asleep after Mason left, too dejected to leave
the bed. Her slamming of the door jolted me awake.
I was happy to see her. I needed to spill about the fumbled thing with Mason, but before I
could, I read her feelings. They were as troubled as mine. So, as always, I put her first.
"What happened?"
She sat on her bed, sinking into the feather duvet, her feelings both furious and sad. "Christian."
"Really?" I'd never known them to fight. They teased each other a lot, but it was hardly the kind
of thing that could nearly bring her to tears.
"He found out… I was with Adrian this morning."
"Oh, wow," I said. "Yeah. That might be a problem." Standing up, I walked over to the dresser
and found my brush. Wincing, I stood in front of the gilt-framed mirror and began brushing out
the snarls acquired during my nap.
She groaned. "But nothing happened! Christian's freaking out over nothing. I can't believe he
doesn't trust me."
"He trusts you. The whole thing's just weird, that's all." I thought about Dimitri and Tasha.
"Jealousy makes people do and say stupid things."
"But nothing happened," she repeated. "I mean, you were there and—hey, I never found out.
What were you doing there?"
"Adrian sent me a bunch of perfume."
"He—you mean that giant box you were carrying?"