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Without saying a word, I walk over to her, sling my arm around her shoulders and steer us towards the doors. There is no way that I am not going to get in to trouble for this. Most things you can cover up, but a 10-year-old unconscious and bleeding probably isn’t one of them.

“Yeah,” I say, coming back to the present as I look at Seraphina. “I was grounded for like a day until my dad calmed down enough to let me explain why I beat that kid unconscious. Then I got a raise in my allowance,” I laugh lightly and shake my head.

Seraphina giggles softly, making my smile grow. That was a genuine laugh, one that I haven’t heard much over the last few years. I missed it.

We both finish dinner shortly after and I take our plates to the sink before I start washing them. When I finish the dishes, I look up to see that Seraphina is sitting at the counter, her arms crossed and her chin resting on top as she watches me.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” She asks.

I am a little surprised at first but soon I am nodding. “Only if it includes those nasty seltzers that you made me buy and all that junk food crap.”

A mischievous smile spreads across her lips as she walks over to the pantry to pull everything out. I follow her as she makes her way out of the kitchen, surprising me when she turns down the hall towards the bedrooms instead of going to the living room.

As if it is the most natural thing in the world, Seraphina spreads out all of our snacks across the top of my bed as she begins making herself comfortable.What I wouldn’t give to see this sight every day for the rest of my life.

I stand in the doorway, just looking at her for a minute before I physically shake myself and walk over to the TV, getting it set up for a movie. Seraphina quickly chooses Big Daddy, and while I protest saying that it is over played and not that great, she says it is classic before clicking on it anyways. I just chuckle and shake my head as I settle back and watch the movie. There has never been a point in arguing with Seraphina. She always gets her way.

About halfway through the movie, I realize that I am not even paying attention anymore but instead watching Seraphina. She is so expressive. When something is funny, sad, happy or anything in between, I can see it all on her face.

Fuck. Her face is so damn beautiful. How can anyone even bethisbeautiful? She looks over towards me after a while and pauses, staring deep into my eyes. Slowly, I reach over and rest my hand on top of hers.

“Are you happy?” I ask softly.

Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Are you happy? Is your life everything that you have ever wanted it to be?”

“Why?”

“It’s important to me.”

She looks surprised by my admission before she frowns again.

“No.”

I want to say so much, but I don’t know where the fuck to begin. Before I can settle on any one thing, the fucking phone rings. I close my eyes in irritation before I grab it off my side table and see an annoyingly familiar number. How does he always call at the worse fucking times? Clenching my jaw, I toss it to her as I focus my eyes back on the movie.

It rings on the bed between us for a few moments, and for a second, I think she is going to let it go to voicemail. But then she picks it up and finally answers it. Standing up, she crosses the room, not speaking until she gets out to the hallway.

“Hey,” she whispers softly.

I close my eyes as I try to push away the burning irritation beginning to flame inside of me all because of Aiden fucking Ferguson.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Chapter Twenty One

Seraphina

“Hello?” I whisper softly as I make my way out of Alessandro’s room and towards mine.

“Hey! I haven’t heard from you today. I was worried something happened to you.”

I cringe, feeling like the worst person ever. “I’m sorry. I should have called. I am fine. It has been pretty uneventful since we got here.”

“Okay. And you still can’t tell me where here is?”

It is on the tip of my tongue. I mean, does it even matter if Aiden knows where we are? He is going to find out on Monday. But I know that it isn’t as much about telling Aiden as it is not giving away our location over the phone. I sit on the edge of my bed as I begin playing with the edge of the comforter.

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