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Constant, Simmering Paranoia

Rachael

I freeze. My pulse spikes, heart hammering in my ears. I hadn’t heard him approach. Roman steps into the dim glow, calm, composed, hands tucked into his pockets. “It’s late,” he says quietly, but there’s that faint smirk that makes my stomach twist. “Thought I’d make sure you were alright, ...