SERAPHINA“Is Tristan up yet?” I asked, almost as soon as I stepped out of my room the next day.It had been almost impossible to sleep all night, despite how quiet the whole house had been. I had been up staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened that night. Replaying every single moment. Maybe not every single one, but that one in particular.Why?Why did he do it? And why the fuck did I kiss him back?I could have pulled away at any time, but I had chosen not to.“Good morning, ma’am,” the maid said quickly, dipping her head as she stopped. “Mr. Blackwell stepped out last night. He hasn’t returned yet.”I blinked.“Stepped out,” I repeated. “As in…?”“As in he left the house around midnight,” she clarified gently. “He hasn’t come back.”“Oh.”The word felt stupid the moment it left my lips. I stood there for a second too long, my fingers curling slightly into the fabric of my robe, as I let out a slide nod.“Thank you,” I said finally.She nodded again and
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