“Why?” Sam repeated incredulously, sitting up. Was he serious? “I don’t even know your real name! How am I supposed to believe anything you say when I don’t know a single real thing about you? I’ve never met a person who was such a chameleon!” All anger seemed to fade from Dominic’s body. He sighed, running a hand over his face. “My real name is Dominic.” Sam stared at him, confused. “What?” Dominic walked over and sat next to him. “It’s kind of a long story.” Sam eyed his profile. “I have time,” he said softly, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Dominic was actually Dominic.
