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such a thing didn't exist. When I woke up I was more sore than I remembered being and started to panic – my dance performance was only days away.
    I needed to figure out if I should go to the hospital or not. Cooper had said that I did heal more quickly than a normal human, but not by much. After the events in Utah that made us fast allies, hunted escapees, and ambush survivors, I'd spent around twenty-four hours in a healing coma on our way back to New Hampshire. Cooper had said that I'd been wounded horribly in the fight and if it hadn't been for some voodoo magic Sean performed, I probably wouldn't have made it at all. Apparently it sped the process greatly.
    The question still remained: would I heal fast enough on my own to be in top form for the weekend, or did I need some kind of intervention, human or otherwise? I waited around all day for Cooper to show up, hoping he would have an opinion on the matter. Since he caused my injury in the first place, I thought he owed me that. Peyta was out with an out-of-town friend for the day so it was the perfect time to figure out the best course of action without having to tiptoe around her.
    My plan completely shit the bed. Cooper was a no-show and Peyta came home early, pumped for more girl time. I was certain that girl time, aka GT, would be the death of me, especially when mention of a boy was made. I cringed and silently begged for Ronnie to call so she could deal with all the giggly rambling. A dating advisory role was so not what I signed up for when I said Peyta could stay with me.
    The next couple of days went similarly: no Coop, slow healing, and more GT. I had to cancel out of two rehearsals because of my back, telling Pam that I had food poisoning. I needed to get better and fast.
    Desperation led me to the craziest thought I'd had yet. If Scarlet could sustain all that damage in Utah without it even slowing her down, perhaps she healed faster too. It was worth a shot. I hadn't let her out since the Eric incident and I hadn't planned to. I knew from what Sean had relayed to me before he left that I was very much on the PC's persona non grata list. They would be looking for any reason possible to be rid of me, and frankly I couldn’t figure out why that hadn't been the agenda in the first place.
    Scarlet and I were more in sync after everything that happened in Utah, as if it had opened up a more direct line of communication between us. She was still in the background, but I better understood her reactions to things and used them to my advantage. She, on the other hand, seemed more okay with taking a back seat rather than trying to fight her way to the forefront; it was as if she trusted me.
    I played with the platinum band on my finger, turning it over and over again until my skin beneath it warmed from the friction. I'd made up my mind; I was letting Scarlet out and prayed she'd be well-behaved. I knew Peyta was going on a date with the boy she'd met on Thursday night and since it was safe to assume that Cooper would be out at the club, I planned to do it then.

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    I waited nervously Thursday evening as Peyta got ready to go. When she emerged from the bathroom she looked gorgeous. Peyta was a truly beautiful girl and knew how to play it up with a little makeup and a great outfit – every bit her mother's daughter. She'd asked to borrow some boots, and nearly fell over when she saw my collection in the closet. She picked a pair of cognac-colored riding boots and pulled them on over some skinny but not skintight jeans. With a white, flowing racerback tank top and gray cardigan sweater, the outfit was nearly complete. She had one side of her hair tucked behind her ear, and in a moment of genius, I grabbed a white, ornamental gardenia and pinned it in her raven-colored hair. The contrast of white on black was stunning.
    Her makeup was subtle, but her chocolate brown eyes practically jumped off her face. They were by far her most stunning feature. She dabbed at