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It was dark when I woke up, and I blinked the crust out of my eyes. The bed was uncomfortable, and as soon as the sterile scent hit my nose, I knew I wasn't at the house. My head started to pound when I lifted it, and I quickly let it rest against the pillows again, but not before I saw the IV stuck in the crease of my elbow, and blankets tucked in around me.

"Miss Hathaway, it's good to see you awake," a nurse said, nudging the door open with his hip. "How are you feeling?"

My eyes narrowed. "My head hurts, and I want to know why I'm here."

"Well, that's to be expected. Your friend brought you here. She said that you passed out and wouldn't wake up. There were concerns that you might have hit your head," the nurse said. "You did hit your head, but we believe that you're concussion-free. You'll likely have a nasty headache for a while."

"Why the IV?"

"It's the procedure to stick you since we didn't know what was wrong. We needed to give you fluids, and that was the fastest way," he said.

There was a knock on the door, and McKenna came into the room. "I thought I heard you talking."

The nurse took the cue and ducked out of the room, while McKenna lowered herself into the chair next to the bed.

"Why did you take me to the hospital?" I hissed. "I'm trying to keep a low profile."

"Hey, at least I took you here myself and didn't call an ambulance to the house," McKenna said, defending herself. "I was scared, Rose. That's why I took you here. You wouldn't wake up, and your pulse was weak. I was scared."

I sighed. "Well, at least you're still a good friend. That hasn't changed in the past few months."

McKenna rubbed the back of her neck. "I mean, I haven't been the best friend. But while I'm in town, I plan to be the best friend I could be. You don't deserve anything less."

"Did you call anybody else?"

McKenna shook her head. "The nurses said that you were taking a much-needed nap. There wasn't anything wrong, just a lot of exhaustion. But I also didn't want to call anyone because I wasn't sure who you would want here, and I wasn't sure who you'd want to know about your weed smoking since the nurses want to talk to you about that."

"Why the nurses?"

"They did blood testing and found THC in your blood. Minor levels, but still enough that they want to talk to you about it. They did blood tests a few hours ago when you still hadn't woken."

"How long have I been in the hospital?"

"Only a day. You passed out this morning. I heard a noise when I walked upstairs and panicked and rushed you to the hospital. When the nurses couldn't wake you, they ordered blood tests and a few other testing measures to see if there was anything wrong. It's nearly seven at night right now. I don't think they'll keep you for the night."

I sighed, and the door opened, a young woman in a long white lab coat walking in.

"Hello, Miss Hathaway," she said. "I'm Doctor Preis, and I'm the leading physician on your case."

I lifted my hand in a semi-wave. "What's up, doc?"

She quirked an eyebrow but didn't address my remark. "We're going to be discharging you in a bit, but first, we need you to answer a few questions."

"Shoot."

"Do you regularly smoke weed?"

I whistled. "Straight to the point, huh?"

"Just answer the question, Miss Hathaway," Preis said.

"I don't use it often. Last night was the first time I had used it in over a year," I said.

Preis stared me down. "See to it that it doesn't become a habit."

"I don't plan on it," I said, honestly.

She nodded. "One of the nurses will work on your discharge paperwork, and you should be free to go within the hour."

She left the room quickly, probably on to another patient, and a nurse entered to remove my IV and to give all my personal belongings back.

McKenna held up a duffle bag. "I went back to the house earlier to grab some extra clothes since I figured you'd want to change."

"Thanks."

She handed me a pair of leggings and a blue long sleeve that I hadn't seen in over a year. I gave her a questioning look as I stripped down.

"It was in the house. Did you not think to remove all of your clothing from there when you stopped going regularly?"

I shook my head. "Guess not."

Preis was right, and within the hour, we were in McKenna's car, heading back to my old house. The half-hour drive was nearly silent, aside from a murmur here and there about a song playing on the radio.

"So," McKenna started as we walked into the house. "Want to tell me why you passed out next to an FBI badge?"

My neck cracked loudly as I turned to face her quickly. "Where is it?"

"The badge? It's upstairs, right where you left it."

"Leave it be."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. You don't need to get involved in this."

"Rose, I'm already involved. I became involved the second that I listened to the voicemail of you being taken. What's going on?"

"Shit is happening again," I confessed quietly.

"What kind of shit?"

"The apartment that I shared with Lissa was broken into, and everything of mine was destroyed. My room was torn apart, my clothes shredded. They put naked pictures of me on the walls and mocked me in front of half the police department. I've found a note in my locker, and I can't shake the feeling that someone is following me."

"Do you have any leads?"

I shrugged. "There's this girl. Haley. She's in some of my classes, and she had a box of pictures, pictures of me, under her bed. Before I saw the pictures under her bed, I saw a picture of her and Thea hanging up in her room." I bit my lip. "But I don't know. I don't remember much from the time that I was gone, but what I do remember doesn't line up with what I know about Haley."

"So, you're back to square one."

"Almost. The FBI badge is Dimitri's."

"Oh, shit."

"Oh, shit indeed," I said. "As if facing him after sleeping together under a drug-induced haze wasn't going to be awkward enough, now I have to give him the stupid fucking badge back."

McKenna didn't stray far that night, staying the room next to mine instead of the one she had been staying in. She woke me with breakfast in the morning and told me that I better get a move on if I wanted to make it in time.

I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was so long and vividly, and I remembered Dimitri running his fingers through it on Sunday night, murmuring about how beautiful it was.

I slammed the bathroom door, and McKenna came running.

"Rose?"

"I'm not going to school right now. I wouldn't even see Dimitri until last period today anyways."

"Okay," McKenna said, shrugging. "What are your plans?"

I smirked. "Time for a bit of a makeover, I think."

We ended up at a salon downtown within the next hour, and I was in the chair, staring at myself in the mirror once more.

"What were you thinking?" the stylist asked. "How short? Do you want layers? A different color?"

"Just a little past my shoulders, I think."

"That's a lot of hair," the stylist warned.

"I know."

She shrugged and went to work, sectioning off my hair into ponytails to chop off. When she was done, it was like a weight had been lifted, both physically and mentally. McKenna whistled when she saw how short I went, and I shrugged again.

"It was time for a change," I repeated.

We messed around for another couple of hours and grabbed lunch before she was dropping me off at the back of the high school. The badge was practically burning a hole in my pocket, and I tried to ignore it.

"I'll be waiting," McKenna said.

"You don't need to worry over me. I'll be fine."

I walked in the unlocked back door as McKenna went to go park, and I waited outside of Dimitri's room until the bell releasing third period rang, and the hallway flooded. I watched his classroom empty and waited for a moment. Dimitri opened the door less than a minute later, and his eyes widened when saw me.

I glared. "Let's have a chat, Comrade."

"Rose, you've missed nearly two days of school," he said. "Care to explain why?"

"Care to explain why—" I had my hand on the badge, about to pull it out, when Adrian walked up.

"Rose! There you are!" He wrapped me in a hug, and I let go of the badge to hug him back. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Language, Mr. Ivashkov," Dimitri said dryly.

I glared at Dimitri again. "This isn't over," I hissed.

I let Adrian pull me into the classroom and to our seats.

"Seriously, where the hell have you been?"

"Taking a couple of mental health days," I said, fudging a bit.

"Are you doing okay? Lissa's been worried sick since you didn't show up at Christian's on Friday night."

I knew she had been. I saw the barrage of text messages after I turned my phone on Sunday night.

I faked a smile. "I'm fine. Promise."

Dimitri walked in and started the class, though that didn't stop Adrian from passing me notes. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Dimitri was watching us, though he didn't say anything. I also noticed that Haley's seat was empty.

McKenna texted halfway through the period to see if I had talked to Dimitri yet, and I texted back a negative.

"Miss Hathaway. Put the phone away, or I'm taking it away," Dimitri said.

I barely glanced up to acknowledge him but did slide the phone back in my pocket. A note landed on my desk a moment later.

What crawled up his ass?

I didn't write back, instead, I crumbled up the note and sticking it in my pocket too. When the bell rang forty minutes later, I stayed in my seat and shooed Adrian away with a look. Dimitri pretended to ignore me at first until I started tapping my nails against the desk.

He sighed and looked up. "What do you want, Rose?"

"I want a lot of things, Comrade," I said, standing up.

I placed my hands on his desk, leaning over slightly. I saw his eyes flick down for a brief second before they met mine again.

"If this is about the other night, it's never going to happen again," he warned.

"Couldn't handle the guilt of fucking a student?" I said. "So guilty you snuck out in the middle of the night?"

He stared at me, not saying a word.

"Or was it guilt from betraying someone and breaking their trust?"

"What are you talking about, Rose?"

"Really? You're not missing anything at all, Dimitri?"

"Are you expecting me to say that I miss you, Rose?" he said dryly. "If anything, it should be you missing me."

"Excuse me?"

"What? Were three orgasms not enough for you?" he taunted. "Did you come back hoping I'll give you another one?"

I snapped. "I didn't hear you complaining while I was sucking your dick, now did I?"

His eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Rose?" he asked again.

"What I really want?" I pretended to think it over for a second. "Well, it'd be great if I could actually trust someone instead of having them sneak around and lie to manipulate me. But that's not going to happen with you around, is it?" Dimitri's eyes went wide as I slammed his leather-covered badge down on the desk. "Maybe next time you sneak out in the middle of the night, make sure you have everything, Agent Belikov."

I didn't wait for a response and walked out, letting the classroom door slam behind me. Lissa was propped up against a locker across the hall, waiting.

"Adrian said you stayed behind," she said. "Where have you been? When you didn't show up on Friday—"

"Lissa, I'm fine," I said, interrupting her. "I took a few days to myself, that's all."

She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me. "Where have you been staying?"

"Around," I said. Lissa gave me another look. "I'm not telling you where I'm staying. It's too dangerous."

She rolled her eyes. "I can handle myself."

"Can you though?"

"Yes, Rose. I can."

I saw McKenna's car pull up through the back doors and turned back to Lissa. "Liss, I have to go. I'll text you later," I said, walking away before she could reply.

I could feel her staring at me, her gaze practically burning me. When I glanced back, I also saw Dimitri staring at the both of us, a confused look in his eyes.