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| 85 | Blood Is Blood
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] It's midnight. I should be sleeping. Or studying. The latter seems impossible, though, given my current state of mind. I can't focus every time Dominico's stepmom is staying over. Even worse: some nosey reporters have found out where Dominico lives. A couple of them have been camping around his property since yesterday, despite knowing he's got security staff and hates any media attention. So far it doesn't look like they've found out that I moved out of his house. But I do think they're planning to harass me next for any information about Dom, his father, and Leandro. Which is partly why I decided to move out temporarily. I don't want my family to see my face on the tabloids anytime soon, but it might happen one of these days. Sitting on the edge of my small bed, I rub my eyes as the wind howls outside. The soft glow of my desk lamp casts a warm light across my dorm room. My roommate isn't here yet. I don't think she'll be here until Wednesday. As the
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I almost gasp at the muffled sound of his voice. Shucks. My nose and eyes still look pinkish. I steel myself beside the sink, anticipating a knock. “Sephie,” he says in a slightly louder voice. I open the door and cross the threshold in two quick strides. The look in his tired eyes shows relief and some anxiety. I clasp his sleeve and press my body onto his warmth. “Are you okay?” The front of his shirt muffles the sigh of relief that leaves me the second he's in my arms. Dominico hugs me back and sighs. “Yeah.” The tension in his shoulders ease. His arms around me bring comfort, but my mind continues to buzz with questions. Fears. “You sure?” I pull away to stare at him, my voice slightly quivering even though I no longer feel like crying. On the outside, he looks okay. Just more exhausted. Same plain T-shirt and faded blue pants. No bloodstains or anything. Thank God... “You're not hurt anywhere, or...” I stroke his forearm and warm cheek. I don
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