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Biana

Biana sat at her vanity table and met her reflection's eyes in the mirror. Normally, she'd cringe at how horrible she looked--her teal eyes were ringed with dark purple from lack of sleep, and her hair was--simply put--a disaster.

But honestly? She couldn't bring herself to care.

Not when Tam was...gone.

He's not gone, Biana told herself for the millionth time. He has a plan. He's smart enough--he'll escape like Keefe did.

She tried very hard not to remember the fact that the Neverseen had let Keefe escape.

Her imparter suddenly rang, making her jump. She glanced at it. Sophie.

Sophie had gone to get her matchmaking scroll--Biana had almost forgotten. She quickly picked up the imparter. Despite everything, she still couldn't help her excitement about this.

But her squeals immediately died on her tongue when she saw Sophie's face. "Sophie?" she asked, dread already pooling through her. "What's wrong? What happened? Is everything okay?"

Sophie swallowed hard. "I...I just...I could really use a friend right n--"

"Come over now," Biana ordered. "Sophie, why didn't you just come?!"

Sophie sighed and dropped her gaze. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Don't be sorry," Biana scolded gently. "I'll see you in ten, okay? Do you want Linh to come too?"

Sophie hesitated, and then nodded. "It would be really nice to see her. And I won't have to explain everything twice."

"Done and done," Biana assured her. "And oh--do you want Fitz here? 'Cause I could definitely kick him out if needed."

Sophie's face went pale. "Uhh...actually, that'd be great if I didn't have to see him yet..."

Biana's eyebrows lifted. This must be bad, if Sophie didn't want to see her boyfriend. Or almost boyfriend. Whatever. Still, she reassured Sophie she had it covered, and then hung up to call Linh. Linh agreed to come too--now Biana just had to get Fitz out of the house.

"Hey, Fitz?" She poked her head into Fitz's room.

He sighed from where he was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "What is it now?" He suddenly sat up, staring at her curiously. "Wait--why didn't you call me Chandelier Head?"

Biana didn't have the energy or time to answer with some snarky comment. "I noticed you haven't been hanging around with Keefe as much. Why don't you ask him to do something?"

Fitz rolled his eyes. "And since when have you started caring about my friendships? Why do you want me out of the house, Biana?"

Biana glared at him. "I'm serious. You and Keefe have been drifting apart recently."

Fitz rubbed his forehead. "We've just been really busy."

Biana waved a hand at him, still flopped on his bed. "Right. Lying around is super time-consuming."

Fitz huffed a sigh. "Tell me why you want me to leave, Biana."

"Not my reason to tell."

"Sophie's reason?"

"Fitz--"

"Fine, I'll leave, if it so pleases you." He stood from the bed, smoothing out his shirt as he shot her a glare.

"Thanks, Fitz," Biana said with a small sigh of relief. "Seriously though, you should go hang out with Keefe. You guys are getting more and more distant."

Fitz ran a hand through his hair. "Fine," he finally agreed. "You owe me big, though."

Biana shook her head. "I'm only helping you, Chandelier Head."