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Hallways, after the fight β with Lenore
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The menβs footsteps got quieter and quieter, until they blended into the silence of the long hallway. It was still, aside from the flickering candles on the walls, and the movements of the woman sitting next to Dominic. He lay flat on the ground, much like the state they left him in, every inch of his body sore.
Suddenly he felt a touch to his hair, jolting him out of his weary state. He flinched, a shiver going down his spine. But even then he couldnβt gather the strength to move. Instead he only looked at her as she spoke, her voice gentle, βItβs okay. Youβre safe with me," meeting his gaze with a soft smile. For a moment, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. She was very unlike the men at the coven. Those memories, though they wanted to replay through his head now, were something heβd rather forget for the rest of the night. The pain stung, almost too much to ignore, but there was something so comforting about her presence. He closed his eyes, letting the tension from his muscles ease, if only for a second.
That is, until, she spoke again. βMy name is Lenore.β
Those simple words were enough to make everything fall in place.
Dominicβs eyes snapped open, darting his head away from her. The reason she seemed so familiar, something about her voice and the blurry image of her silhouette β she was Lenore, the woman heβd met at the ball.
Out of all the times he couldβve met her again, it had to be at his most vulnerable. What would she think of him now?
All that was interrupted as blood rushed to his throat, enough to force him to stand on his elbows and cough it out. Their eyes had met again and she seemed so calm at that moment, but in her gaze he could see the panic.
Heβd recognized her. And now, sheβd recognized him too, yelling out his βnameβ in shock. Dominic turned his head down, unable to even meet her eyes. His arms trembled, the aching in his body causing him to collapse again.
Through his heaving breath, he forced out a strained βHelp me.β At that point, there was no use caring how she perceived him. And quieter, almost a whisper, he added, βPlease,β deciding to throw away all his pride.
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@Caticorn β π₯β Lenore Ferrell
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