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I laugh harder at Daniel’s suggestion, playfully shoving his shoulder. “No, he’s not! Ridiculous,” I sigh, turning towards my vanity.

“I'm serious, Fay,” Daniel continues, still grinning wickedly at me. “I mean, I guess you don’t see it the way I do because you've

only experienced obsessed Kent. But do you seriously think he’s ever, ever apologized to anyone like he did to you last night?

Climbed through a secret passage to go see them just because he couldn’t stand the thought of them being mad at him

anymore?”

“Ohhh,” I say, tsking and dismissing the idea with a wave. “Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel, it’s not that big of a deal. It happened

once! We were in a fight, he wanted it settled!”

“Fine,” Daniel says, giving a little one-shouldered shrug. “But what about you sleeping in his room every night?”

“What?” I ask, turning to him now, confused. “Fiona would —*

“No,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Fiona was by far dad’s favorite girlfriend, and certainly his longest lasting. And she was the

only one who got a room — the one that’s two down from mine — where Natalia is sleeping now.”

“Well,” I say, still frowning, “I have my own room too —*

“Yeah,” he says, nodding slowly. “A room with a direct passage to his.”

“But Fiona,” my frown deepens now as I start to realize...

“Fiona slept in her room every night. If she stayed over in dad’s room it was always a special occasion — twice, maybe three

times a year,” Daniel says softly, smirking at me. “Even nights when she had clearly...spent time with him. He always slept

alone.”

I blink at Daniel, shocked. What did that...

“But you, Baby Fay,” he says, smirking and using Fiona’s pet name for me. “You sleep over every night. And he can’t stand to let

you go to sleep angry after your big fight. He’s obsessed with you.”

My mouth falls open a bit as I struggle to come up with a reply, which just makes Daniel laugh harder at me as he stands up. His

laughter just makes me narrow my eyes at him.

“Enough of you, and your theories,” I say dismissively, though I’m still a little shocked at what I’ve heard. Kent, obsessed with

me? More than Fiona? “Give me my breakfast sandwich,” I demand, extending one hand while I use the other to rustle through

my makeup drawer, searching for my mascara.

“That’s another thing,” Daniel says, moving to the breakfast tray and then reaching out to hand me the little breakfast sandwich.

“Before you came to live here? Dad never brought me breakfast. He only started bringing me breakfast because he couldn’t just

bring you a plate, like he probably wanted.”

“What?” I ask, turning to Daniel with shock and confusion on my face as I take my breakfast from him. “So...what did you eat?”

“Whatever I got out of the fridge,” he laughs, taking a bite out of his own sandwich. “Not that I’m complaining, though. I eat better

with dad’s obsession by my side.”

“Oh, stop,” I say, glaring at him again with a sigh and shaking my head at my sandwich.

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