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Cara I stand behind the counter in the Demetrios Diner and wipe down a mug. I'm in a pair of tights and Phel's extra uniform. It's scratchy and a little too big, but I don't care about anything right now. I just want to be busy. Eros didn't want to let me go, but I didn't ask his permission. I stormed out of that house, ignoring him when he told me to stop, and approached one of the maids I recognized from the day before. I ordered her to find me a car and a driver, and she stared in terror until Eros told her to obey my demands. "We will speak about this later," he said as I slammed the car door and his driver pulled out. Now I'm just trying to get myself together. I know they were only shoes—but they're also so much more than shoes. I lost everything. My life was ruined the moment