Chapter 12 An Annoying Father Figure

• RUBY'S POV
• I woke up feeling strangely energized, though my body ached in a way that only reminded me of the tiring night of the masquerade ball.
• Stretching lazily, I glanced around Ariana's bedroom. It was a little chaotic, clothes spilling out of her closet and shoes scattered on the floor, but it was so her. Ariana was just that: familiar, warm and safe. I got up and rifled through her closet until I found an oversized sweatshirt. I pulled it on, comforted by its soft fabric and the faint scent of Ariana’s floral perfume.