I’d almost spent the night there. The penthouse Mark’d taken me to – if anything had cemented the Cinderellaness of the evening, it’d been rolling around in 800 thread count sheets. But at 5 AM I’d made Mark let me leave him there, and he’d called a driver for me, they were outside the hotel’s roundabout the second the doorman opened the lobby’s door.I had to be home and showered before Rabbit got up so I could take him to school. He knew I went out at night sometimes, but I wanted him to feel like he was most important, because he was. And Mark…might actually get to meet him. That silly hopeful ache inside my chest got bigger. I unlocked the door carefully and crept in, past my mother’s snores. My room had its own bathroom, thank God, so I was showered, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by dawn, rousting Rabbit for his own shower. I didn’t feel nearly as tired as I had the prior night – why? Mark?No. Her. I looked down at my chest like there was a way I could see my wolf surging underneath my skin.
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