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“It’s Valentino and Kirill.”
My traitorous little heart lifts. “Where’s Dom?”
“Nataniele wouldn’t let him come. He’s not exactly happy with him for ruining the wedding. They had some things they needed to do.”
I hadn’t even considered the fallout for Dom about what he did. I bet Nataniele is furious. Good. I hope Nataniele is pissed, and Dom is on the receiving end of his fury. He deserves it.
I expect they are busy making sure everyone keeps quiet about the revelation that was made at the wedding. Nataniele won’t want that information spreading around campus.
“I don’t want to see anyone,” I say.
She keeps pressing me. “I think it would be good for you to see your friends.”
Doesn’t she know what part Valentino played in all this? Doesn’t she realize he was the one who took the footage, and most likely arranged for it to play onscreen like that? Or has Dom taken the fall for all of it?
Why are they even here? To make sure that I’m going to leave? To report back to Dom?
My lower lip trembles. “Just tell them to go.”
Mom lets out a sigh. “It’s not as easy as that. They’re refusing to leave.”
Chapter 2
Mackenzie
Valentino’s voice drifts down the corridor and into my room.
“Let me the fuck past, or I swear I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Kirill’s words follow. “You do not want to stand in our way.”
There’s a yell and a scuffle.
I sit up, fighting against the exhaustion that clings to me after such a serious seizure, and frown in the direction of the noise. It must be private security holding them back; it’s not as though they’ll have the police here. Whoever was trying to keep them out of my room must have decided it wasn’t worth the stress, as Kirill and Valentino both storm through the door.
They seem to fill the room, Kirill so blond, and Valentino so dark. Like a crazy yin and yang.
I huddle into myself, drawing my knees into my chest. I feel vulnerable around them. I look like shit, but it’s not even that bothering me. This has nothing to do with outward appearances. It’s to do with my soul. It’s like being around them peels back my skin and reveals my heart, raw and barely beating, to them.
“Fuck, Mack,” Kirill says, his words sharpened by both his accent and emotion. “Thank God you are okay.”
Tino’s gaze darkens. “You frightened the hell out of us.”
Mom looks between me and them and offers a tight smile. It’s clear she’s hoping that two gorgeous men will have more progress with making me feel better than she has.
“I’ll go and grab some coffee,” she offers. “Does anyone want anything?”
They both shake their heads, and she slips from the room.
“I don’t want you here,” I manage to whisper.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Kirill’s blue eyes are icy.
At first, I don’t know what he means. “Tell you what?”
He gestures at the hospital bed. “That you are sick.”
I close my eyes briefly. “I’m not sick. I have a condition, that’s all.”
