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He’s standing in the doorway staring at me crouching down, holding his phone.
Terror siphons the remaining blood from my veins and my throat grows drier than dust. My eyes widen and I stare back at him speechless, my mind as frozen in thought just like my body.
He searches my eyes with those deep blue daggers I fell for and I realize I need to get the hell out of here and far, far away from him without him following me.
Think fast, Serenity.Think fucking fast.
I bust my brain trying to get it to work and not check out on me then something comes to me.
I’m crouching down. Clearly I was picking something up from the floor, which I was. That’s perfectly normal.
“You’re phone was… on the floor.” I try to speak without unleashing the fear clogging my lungs and stand, holding up the phone.
“Oh. Thanks.” He comes forward and takes it from me then sets it down on the island. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, though. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just came down to make coffee.”That’s right just keep talking and act normal.
Then run.
Run like I should have ran from the very beginning.
I need to now because Dad is in trouble.
“I can make you coffee,” he offers.
“No.” I try to keep a cool façade. “Now that I think of it, I should probably get going. I'll grab a cup later when I get to work.”
“Alright. I'll call you later.”
“Okay.”
“Speak later, Printsessa.”
“Later.”
I walk past him, doing my best not to run. I have to get back upstairs to get my phone and my bag.
I wish I’d brought them down with me earlier. But how was I to know this would happen?
I can’t believe this.
My heart is aching as it shatters into fragments so small I don’t know if it can be repaired.
It hurts because I loved him.
I fell for the villain not knowing he was my enemy.
Hot tears sting the backs of my eyes but I hold them back, pushing myself to move forward.
When I reach his room I rush over to get my bag. It’s on the floor by the wardrobe. The phone is sitting on the nightstand.
I grab my bag , but the creek of the door makes me freeze.
I look up and my heart gallops at the sight of Dante standing there. Only he doesn’t look like his usual self. His eyes are cold.
All the warmth and adoration I witnessed in them last night is gone and it’s like I could be staring at a stranger.
Someone I don’t know.
