Trey It has been hours since I last saw Yubi, hours since that impossible, scorching moment in the storage room, and I can’t focus on anything else. The papers, Abel, Naomi, it’s all a blur. My mind keeps going back to her, to the way she moves, the way she looks at me with those eyes that can cut right through me, the tension that’s always there, simmering just beneath the surface.I run a hand over my face, trying to shake it off, and then a thought hits me that I can’t ignore. I haven’t checked on her. Not since she went to feed Chanel. Not since I don’t even want to think about the last kiss, or the words I said, or the way she looked at me in that heated, confounding moment.I stand up, my jaw tight, and make my way upstairs. Every step is deliberate, careful, my nerves stretched thin. I’m trying to calm myself, tell myself I’m just checking on her. That’s all. Just to make sure she is okay.When I reach her door, I notice it’s half open. I pause instinctively, hand hovering ov
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