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Allister ran a hand through his hair, closing his black eyes shut. When he opened them again, they were back to gold, but still lacked their usual spark. My heart pounded in my chest as I eyed him carefully, noticing the unease of his body. Now that I paid attention, he looked rather pale. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and the veins of his neck were prominent.
"Sorry," he stated. In a split second, he was opening the door of the bathroom and walking in, slamming it shut behind him.
I let out a soft breath, wiping my hands over my face. My head ached due to the repeated disturbance in my sleep. Prolonged sleep that I was recently getting used to.
Allister had been right. The day was going to be long.
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I did as he had told me to. Kept my distance and stayed out of his w
