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Chapter 128

Author: Ray Olly
last update publish date: 2026-04-24 18:37:49

DAMIEN'S POV

I bought the ring on Friday, not impulsively. I'd known what I wanted for two weeks and spent those two weeks confirming it with the particular patience I applied to decisions that couldn't be undone. A jeweler on Fifth I'd used once before for a watch. Private. No walk-ins.

I didn't tell anyone.

Not James. Not Marcus. No one.

It felt like something that belonged only to the space between Elara and me until it didn't anymore.

She had a call that morning with her editor. Something a
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