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Cat paused before the woman’s door, his hand hovering over the screen. There was a moment—another moment—when he questioned his decision, but he gave himself a mental slap, told himself that he needed to be strong.
He’d returned to the Dome a few hours ago, and had headed straight to his rooms. He’d been more conscious of those around him than normal, but spotted nothing to indicate surveillance. That wasn’t conclusive, though, and he would have felt more comfortable seeing someone on his tail. At least then he’d know this wasn’t all in his head.
But of course it wasn’t. Thoughts like that were merely his fears rising. He could conquer them, like he always did.
He pressed the door screen, then he stepped back and waited. He adjusted his cuffs as he surveyed the area. The
