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Saffi…only Saffi would have found a way to make him feel insecure and lower than shit right now. How the fuck could he compare to a goddamn modern-day Aladdin?
                It was like Chloe all over again, but this time it was worse. It was fucking worse because with Saffi, he had loved her so fucking much he had made himself forget the first rule one had to learn from the streets.
                Self-preservation.
     
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                Bag of rolls in one hand and a paper holder with two cups of steaming hot coffee in the other, Saffi debated with herself whether to buy today’s tabloid or not. She shouldn’t really. She knew that. Steel told her not to. Staffan told her not to, and even Yanna and Constantijin told her not to. With the report of Chloe Gustav’s marriage breaking down all over the news, she was likely to see a lot of awful rumors about Chloe and Staffan possibly getting back together.
                But that was because they didn’t know about her and Staffan, Saffi told herself. They didn’t know that he loved her so much he had been living in her dorm room since they got back together, with everyone in uni turning a blind eye to it.
                Jeremy had been calling her nonstop last night, but surely it didn’t mean anything. She had to believe in Steel. She had to.
                Saffi looked at the tabloid again.
                She was…going to buy it.
                Putting everything down for the moment, Saffi decided it was better to browse through the whole thing without Staffan around. If she did it back at the dorm and Staffan happened to be awake, she would never get to see even one word written in it.
                So far so good , Saffi thought, scanning the front page and seeing nothing written about Staffan or Chloe. She flipped through the pages, her smile widening with every page that had nothing about the two until she reached the penultimate page.
                The photo, together with the big bold letters written over it, made her feel dizzy with horror.
                Homosexual halosaur.
                Saffi broke into a run, gasping when she finally reached her room. She threw the door open, her gaze immediately falling onto the empty bed.
                Staffan was gone.
                Saffi slid to the floor, numb with shock, the tabloid slipping past her fingers, falling open to the page where a photo of Jeremy and her was printed. They had been caught on camera leaving the pharmacy, and a small in-set shot was zoomed in at what she was holding: a pregnancy kit.
     
    ILLEGITIMATE SON OF PRINCE KHALID WITH SECRET FIANCEE, ONLY DAUGHTER OF SENATOR MARCH: BABY ON THE WAY?
     
    She fell on her knees as she picked up her phone from the bedside table. The screen listed her recent calls, and Saffi knew Staffan had seen all her calls were from Jeremy.
    Her fingers grew numb as she dialed his number over and over. Saffi grabbed her laptop. It tumbled to the floor, but she didn’t care. She picked it up and opened it. She only needed to find a way to contact him, to hear his voice, to make him listen to her.
    Please, please, please.
    But he didn’t answer.
    Time crawled at an excruciating pace. Or maybe it flew past her. She didn’t know, didn’t care. She just needed to hear Staffan’s voice. He had to listen to her. He had to.
    The shadow of a tall dark figure from the doorway fell over her. She looked up, heart in her throat, but it was not Staffan.
    It was a prince to the rescue, but it was not her prince.
    “I need to take you away from here, Saffi,” Jeremy told her quietly. “The press will be coming any time now.”
    “I have to wait for Staffan. He’s coming back.”
    “He can talk to you in Steel’s home. I’m taking you there. We have to leave now.”
    She shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. Staffan’s coming