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Marissa Montrel

Author: Nessa
last update publish date: 2026-01-23 23:54:53

Damien POV

Rachel finally stopped trembling only when exhaustion claimed her.

Her fingers, which had clutched the blanket for dear life, loosened. Her breathing softened. Her eyes closed.

Only when I was certain she was in deep sleep did I allow myself to move.

I stood from the chair carefully, ensuring not a single sound would wake her. For a long moment, I stayed there in the dim glow of the lamp, watching her sleep.

The blood on her cheek…

The shaking…

The raw fear in her eyes…
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