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~Lisa's POV
I walked slowly through the hall, trying to fix my hair with one hand and hold the bottle of wine with the other. My shoulder throbbed. My neck was burning where one of the maids scratched me. I could feel something sticky running down my arm, but I didn't stop.
I couldn't stop.
I just wanted to hand them their stupid wine and disappear.
When I entered the room where the triplets were lounging lazily on the velvet chairs, laughing and throwing small grapes at each other, they turned to me in unison. Their eyes trailed over my body, the ripped dress, the tangled hair, the red mark on my cheek.
I stood there silently and held the bottle forward.
Rowan raised a brow and smirked.
"Wow," he said with a laugh. "Looks like someone got dragged through the floor."
The others chuckled.
"Lisa, darling," said Kael, slowly rising to his feet. "Did you get in a fight with a lion?"
My hands tightened around the bottle. I said nothing.
