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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍
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episode three ; everybody hates me but the horse
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THE HOT WATER CASCADING over her skin was a welcome relief, washing away not only the awful stench of the fart arrow but also some of the tension that had built up from the past hour. beatrice let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes as the steam enveloped her. she scrubbed at her skin vigorously, trying to ignore the dull ache in her muscles from the lighting strike.
minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, feeling slightly more like herself. she dried off quickly, throwing on her fresh clothes. she picked up a perfume bottle out of her bag and sprayed it liberally, hoping to mask any lingering odors. as she was about to toss it back in her bag, she heard a knock.
thalia stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable. "hey, there's a council meeting in the big house. mr. d's orders," she said gruffly, avoiding beatrice's gaze.
"right, i'll be there in a sec," beatrice said, brushing her damp hair back. thalia turned to leave, but then hesitated, lingering awkwardly in the doorway. beatrice raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to come.
"listen," thalia began, her tone softer than usual. "i...i'm sorry about the lighting back there. i got caught up in the moment and—well, you know how it gets."
beatrice's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at her lips. "it's okay, thalia. i get it. battle's a high-stakes game, and sometimes we lose our cool." she met thalia's gaze, her expression sincere. "but thanks for saying that. i appreciate it."
thalia nodded, looking somewhat relieved. "yeah, well... just don't make me regret it, okay?" she added with a smirk, her usual bravado creeping back in. she turned and headed out the showers, leaving beatrice alone with her thoughts.
the adult took a deep breath, feeling the lingering ache in her chest. she knew the council meeting was important, but her mind kept drifting back to her dream from last night—the vision of luke, battered and betrayed. she could still see his face, hear his voice, and feel the weight of his struggles.
shaking her head, she put those thoughts aside. she had to focus. there would be a time to think about luke later. for now, she needed to be present for her cabin, her friends, and the camp. she quickly put on her boots and made her way to the big house.
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