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~CLARISSA~ I'm restless and impatient. Atticus has Damon caught up in a card game with the others, and he isn't getting a chance to come to my room. I've been in and out of my room for two hours so far, and each time I could feel his eyes on me. He knows I'm waiting on him. I can sense his impatience, but he has to hold it in front of everyone else. I could feel his eyes following me as I walked into the kitchen and then out of it. "Where the hell is your head at?" Dante asks. "You're causing us to lose this game." Damon growls and buries his hand in his hair; he looks like he wants to pull the strands out. "I'm bored. Why are we even playing this again?" He wasn't bored. He wanted to come to me. I walked back to my room and forced myself to stay there until he was ready for