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There was a pause on the other end that lasted slightly too long. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Positive." Another pause. I frowned at the phone. "Dominic." "I hear you," he said. But something in his voice was off. Something careful and measured in a way that felt different from his usual

"I'm still waiting for the part where Dominic comes into this." I scoffed. "You're such a selfish bitch. You only care about yourself." "I just got back from the hospital, Julian. I have a lot on my mind. Can you just go straight to the point?" I leaned forward. "My sister seems to think the m

SERAPHINE The ceiling tiles of St. Catherine's Private Wing had exactly forty-three hairline cracks. I counted them twelve times between the moment I woke up and the moment I finally accepted that Dominic was not coming. Fifteen hours. That's how long I lay in that hospital bed, waiting for him

"Fine. Whatever. Just make the call." Celeste dialed. She put it on speaker. The first ring. The second. There was a click. "Hello." It was Dominic's voice. My heart slammed against my ribs. "Mr. Ford," Celeste said. "I'm sorry to call you out of the blue, using our company line for something a bit personal." "Yeah, I'm really busy. Just get to the point." "Actually, I'm calling because there's someone who wants to speak to you. It's your wife. I'm going to hand the phone over to her." "What wife?" The two words hit me like a slap. "When did I have a wife?" Dominic asked. "Have I ever told you in person that I am married?" I snatched the phone from Celeste's hand. "Dominic! Dominic, it's me! It's Seraphine! What are you saying?" The call disconnected. I stared at the screen. Redialed. A different voice answered. "Hello? Am I speaking to Mrs. Celeste?" "Give the phone to my husband. I want to speak to Dominic." "Excuse me, who is this?" "This is Mrs. Fo

SERAPHINE "Wait!" I said to Sparrow before I could stop myself. "Okay. I'll do what you want." He turned back and his smile widened. "Good girl." He took off his jacket first. Dropped it on the chair. Then his shirt, one button at a time, revealing a chest covered in ink, dark patterns