Dominic Sinclair
Dom stood near the main courtyard in a perfectly tailored black shirt, watching students cross the grounds. His expression remained unreadable as familiar faces greeted him.
His mismatched eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on someone unfamiliar.
A freshman.
He studied her for a moment, noticing how completely unaware she seemed of the attention she was drawing.
“Who’s that?”
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