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~Belinda's POV
I didn't even think. The moment I saw Richard, something in me snapped. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he knew something was off. Or maybe it was just everything, everything I'd been holding in since Damon bought that damn doll.
I reached for his wrist and grabbed it, tight. "Come with me," I said sharply.
He didn't resist. He followed quietly, his footsteps echoing softly behind me as I led him through the hallway. I could feel the burn in my chest rising with each step, like I was about to explode.
When we reached my door, I flung it open and pulled him inside with me. I didn't give him a chance to speak, didn't care if anyone saw. I slammed the door shut, locked it with a sharp click, and just stood there for a moment, my hand still gripping the knob like it was the only thing holding me together.
The second the door closed behind us, I turned around and looked at him.
Richard.
