VICTOR "I'm not stopping you from going, I just think it's not safe for you to go alone all the way to Boston," I gently said as I watched Dea stuff clothes into her duffle haphazardly. "The seminar is just for the weekend, Victor, and I think it will be good for me to get out of this apartment. Sin and Saint are back so this place feels crowded. I need room to breathe. I keep promising Erica that I'll be moving in soon but, for some reason, I'm still here," Dea pushed up her glasses from the tip of her nose with a cute, little huff of frustration, "it's just the weekend. Nothing bad is going to happen.""You don't know that," I grumbled as I paced the length of the room. My fingers curled into my locks and tugged at the roots offering me a minuscule distraction from the conundrum I was in, "At least take Saint with you. I know you'll be safe with her.""Look Victor," Dea threw down the blouse she was holding with a sigh. With hesitant footfalls, she stalked toward me. She made it a
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