Feral's P.O.V.
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~ A few days later ~
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"Are you sure everything is ready?" I asked Saylor for probably the thousandth time today.
"Oh my god, you are so annoying," she ground out, glaring at me. "If there was a problem, don't you think I would have told you by now?"
I gave her a funny look, confused by the attitude.
"What is with you lately?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low. "You're so moody all the damn time. What's the problem now?"
"Moody?" Saylor repeated angrily. "You're one to fu.cking talk-"
"There you are!"
Saylor and I both looked up when Nash burst into the common room. His eyes were on Saylor as always. They must be fighting again because all Saylor did was cross her arms and look away from him.
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