Hundred and Fifty-five

Peering out of the window once again, Arabella grimaced. The street appeared empty, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She wondered if Sandro had managed to track her down and sent his henchmen after her. She sighed just as Thalia stepped into the room, dressed in jogging pants and a crop top.

"Where are you headed?" Arabella inquired.

"Where else?" Thalia replied.

"It's close to midnight, Thalia. Please don't tell me you're going for a walk," Arabella exclaimed, her eyes widening as Thalia nonchalantly shrugged her slender shoulders.

"I'm going for a jog. I need to clear my head," Thalia explained.

"At this hour?" Arabella shook her head. Thalia had been acting strange all day as if she were harboring a secret. Arabella had asked her multiple times, hoping for some insight, but had received no satisfactory answers. And now, Thalia was heading out for a jog at midnight.

"I find it more refreshing at this time of day," Thalia reasoned. "See you later."

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