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Sienna lay back against her pillows with her chin tipped up in stubborn pride, arms folded carefully over the blanket like she had won something important.
Lyra sat beside the bed, watching her the way one might watch a person who had recently fallen and clearly planned to do it again.
Adrian remained slouched in the chair near the foot of the bed, one ankle over his knee, drink in hand, grinning like he had paid for front-row seats.
"No," Lyra said flatly. "We're revisiting this."
"We're not revisiting anything," Sienna replied at once.
"You just spent the last few minutes flirting with -"
"I did not flirt."
Adrian nearly choked on his drink. "That's insane. I was here. You asked to touch his hair."
"So? I also said he was handsome, but that didn't mean anything. I was being generous."
Lyra rubbed her forehead. "Sienna."
"What?"
"Why were you provoking him?"
"I was bored, and entertaining myself."
"You were smiling like an idiot."
