Domenico
I knew it! From the moment I saw her sitting too comfortably with Malfoy, I knew that I wasn’t wrong to doubt her in the first place.
Malfoy was bad news. Chiara being with him was suspicious, especially since she refused to say what they were talking about and looked a bit too distraught when I asked. And now, here she was, snooping around in my room.
I folded my arms, then leaned my shoulder against the wall, pretending like everything was fine, with my eyes on her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but it seemed like my presence froze her to the bones. Her gaze moved down my body, and she gulped hard before looking away.
“Cat’s got your tongue, huh?”
“I wasn’t snooping around. I knocked. The door was open…”
“What happened to waiting a bit longer?” I cut her off.
“Why call
