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Ariel Beckham. I sniff, feeling cold. I don’t know if this fever is my own doing or if it’s because I let the rain soak me to the skin last night. Either way, I’m frozen—inside and out. My body feels like stone, stuck in the same spot on this massive bed. I will only move when I get over the sound of Ramirez’s voice and the pain in his eyes…etched behind my eyelids every time I close them. It is all I see. The door opens and one of the housekeepers walk in. She freezes when she sees me still sitting there, exactly as I was yesterday. I’ve barely moved, and I don’t plan to anytime soon. She looks like she’s about to say something, her mouth opens slightly, but what could she possibly say that hasn’t already been said? Darnez dragged me here late last night. I don’t even remember how I g
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