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Cinder My alarm is blaring in the background, and I stick my arm out to turn it off since I have no plans to wake up. I’m perfectly fine chilling in my bed, but my eyes fly open when someone pulls my hair - Cecile. “Where is it?!” She hisses, spit flying from her lips as she yanks harder on my hair. The pain is unbearable, and I scream. “Let me go, you psychopath!” I try to pry her fingers open, but it only seems to make her grip even tighter. I can feel strands of hair being pulled from my scalp, hot tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Is the baby inside of me going to be okay from this trauma?! “Tell me where it is, Cinder!” Cecile’s voice rises with each syllable, and I feel my heart race in response. I don’t even know what she wants or what the hell she is looking for, but I