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“No,” I hissed. “What if she notices? She’ll instantly blame me—,”

“Why don’t you just knock her in her boob, maybe it’ll deflate,” she said with a shrug. “What does Dorran want with the will?”

I glanced over my shoulder to check on my tables. “He wants to see if his lawyer can find a way for me to get out of the will.”

“Any luck?”

“That was last night. I guess I’ll hear from him.”

“Can’t you text him?”

I nibbled on my bottom lip. I went from innocent, never being touched by a boy, to having one on top of me in bed, and I didn’t even have his phone number.

“I don’t have it,” I whispered.

Sasha laughed over her food. “I like this Amara.”

I tossed a fry at her face. “Don’t get used to it. I still think I’m going to wake up from this dream and realize it was in fact, just a dream.”

Sasha leaned across the table and thumped my forehead. “Nope, you’re awake.”

When I got home from my shift at the restaurant I walked into a full house. It was the worst feeling to have all three of them at home at once.

The smell of the food I put into the crock pot wafted toward me, making my stomach growl. Zella glanced up from her phone and quirked an eyebrow at me. “Look who it is,” she mumbled. “Prince Dorran’s favorite waitress.”

I did the best I could to keep the smile off my face.

Stasa snorted. “Yeah right. He just needed his check.”

I felt my stepmother’s eyes on the side of my face as I opened the crock pot lid and began to shred the chicken.

I turned to grab a plate when I noticed a Doberman sitting at the corner of the kitchen island. I shrieked and jumped back as he growled at me.

“When did we get a dog?”

My stepmother walked around, patted him on the head, and grabbed a plate from the cabinet. “Today. I’ve been feeling like the house is being watched lately. I thought I heard someone in your room again last night—,”

Zella laughed. “Mom, seriously? Do you think someone would sneak in to see Amara? Even I think you’re hearing things.”

She turned her gaze from Zella to me, and the look sent shivers down my spine. “I noticed the nails. How would someone be in my room?”

She shoved me out of the way of the crock pot.

“Maybe it's The Dragon Prince,” Stasa said while scrolling through her phone.

I hid my face while getting the plates and utensils down. “I just need to heat the tortillas and everything will be ready,” I said.

They changed the subject as I finished dinner, grabbed my plate, and made my way upstairs. The pressure of my step-monster’s gaze lingered well after I shut the door behind me.

My nerves were all over the place.

She bought a damn dog.

I didn’t even know she liked animals.

I always assumed she killed them as a child.

The afternoon went by slowly as I cleaned the kitchen, and sorted through our laundry. After my shower, and thirty minutes of work for my college class, I found myself anticipating his arrival.

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