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Caroline raised her head a moment after Ogden stuck his own into the room.
It was Ogden. You don't forget the face of someone you left at the altar. You certainly try though.
She briefly flirted with the idea of pretending she didn't remember him. Ask if she could help him, what he was doing. If (heaven forbid) he was the person who had come inspect her and clear her.
She wasn't infected after all. She just looked suspiciously like the victim of a werewolf attack. Only... less... ripped apart, than her boss lying on the bed next to her.
But the problem with her little plan to pretend she didn't know him, was that was it would hurt him. And she had probably done enough of that.
Which is why instead, the best she could do was to twist her fingers, with dried blood still caked under her nails and in the lines of her palms, into her very dishevelled hair.
"Um..." she said, "what are you doing here?"
Oh that was nice Caroline.
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