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Joy filled her, underscored with a bit of nervous anticipation. Love. What could you do? I
swallowed back the jealousy that started to raise its ugly head. Once again, Christian had taken
her away from me. I wasn't going to be able to unburden myself tonight.
Lissa and I left the dorm, and she practically sprinted away, promising we'd talk tomorrow. I
wandered back to my own dorm. When I got to my room, I passed by my mirror and groaned
when I saw my face. Dark purple surrounded my eye. In talking to Lissa, I'd almost forgotten
about the whole incident with my mother. Stopping to get a closer look, I stared at my face.
Maybe it was egotistical, but I knew I looked good. I wore a C-cup and had a body much
coveted in a school where most of the girls were supermodel slim. And as I'd noted earlier, my
face was pretty too. On a typical day, I was a nine around here—ten on a very good one.
But today? Yeah. I was practically in negative numbers. I was going to look fabulous for the ski
trip.
"My mom beat me up," I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.
With a sigh, I decided I might as well get ready for bed. There was nothing else I wanted to do
tonight, and maybe extra sleep would speed the healing. I went down the hall to the bathroom
to wash my face and brush my hair. When I got back to my room, I slipped on my favorite
pajamas, and the feel of soft flannel cheered me up a little.
I was packing my backpack for the next day when a burst of emotion abruptly shot through my
bond with Lissa. It caught me unaware and gave me no chance to fight it. It was like being
knocked over by a hurricane-force wind, and suddenly, I was no longer looking at my
backpack. I was "inside" Lissa, experiencing her world firsthand.
And that's when things got awkward.
Because Lissa was with Christian.
And things were getting … hot.