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“Who is that?” Seraphina’s question breaks me out of my daze, reminding me she’s still on the line.
My eyes snap open as I look at the grand piano and the person sitting on the bench, my whole body going still when my eyes fall on the girl.
It’s her.
Of course, it had to be her.
The girl from yesterday.
The blonde’s head is thrown back, her pearly white neck exposed as her fingers play over the keys. Her body moves as she plays, that platinum hair swaying down her back.
She looks like a freaking moon goddess.
Eternal and untouchable.
“I have to go,” I whisper, hitting the end button without waiting for an answer. I take in the room, noticing the folded chairs. I start to lower one down, but the damn thing squeaks loudly in protest.
I wince, hoping she didn’t hear it so I could listen to her for a while longer, but of course, I’m out of luck.
The music stops almost instantly as the girl glances over her shoulder, those dark blue eyes, so dark they practically seem violet, scanning the room like a little bird ready to bolt.
“Is somebody there?”
The hairs at the back of my neck prickle at the sound of her voice, and then her eyes land on mine. A sizzling current passes between us, almost as strong as it did yesterday when she collided with me.
I raise my hand, rubbing at the spot where we collided. Like a phantom touch, I can still feel the zap under my skin.
Her tongue darts out, sliding over her lower lip just when I hear a familiar growl.
I lower my gaze, and that damn dog gets to his feet, his dark eyes trained right on me as the hairs on his back rise. He looks like a golden retriever or some golden retriever mix; only his fur is black.
“Well, hello, little bird. Bringing dogs to classes, too, I see.”
CHAPTERTHREE
PENELOPE
“Well, hello, little bird.”
My throat bobs as his words ring in my head on repeat. The sound of that gravelly voice—a voice I’ve heard a thousand times over the last few years—makes shivers run down my spine.
It’s him.
It really is him.
Sebastian Black.
I’ve gone over our earlier interaction dozens of times in my head, trying to convince myself that I was only imagining things because what would he be doing here, at Blairwood, of all places? But in the end, I was right.
He’s here.
At Blairwood.
In my music room.
Listening to me sing.
Holy shit!
