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“Okay,” I said slowly, “you’re insane.”
Serena grinned. “You did that.”
“I was researching.”
“Uh-huh.”
I dropped my bag on the floor. “Stop being weird.”
“You’re the one texting him at midnight like a Victorian love story.”
“It’s not—”
My phone buzzed again.
I looked down automatically.
Mason.
Serena immediately leaned closer. “Oh my God,he’s addicted.”
“He’s not addicted.”
Another buzz.
Mason:
You sleeping?
Serena made a noise like she was watching a soap opera.
I shoved her shoulder lightly. “Go away.”
She refused.
I typed:
Rowan:
No.
Immediate reply.
Mason:
Good.
Again with that.
I frowned slightly.
Rowan:
Why do you keep saying that?
Typing bubbles.
Stopped.
