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CHAPTER 40:The Note

Author: Hannahgold
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-24 23:22:20

ISABELLA

The first thing I felt when I woke was warmth. Damian’s warmth. He lay beside me, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that shouldn’t have looked so… perfect. My gaze lingered on him longer than I cared to admit. His lashes rested against his cheeks, his lips parted slightly. Damn it how could someone look so dangerously hot even in sleep?

The memory of last night’s kiss tugged at me. My lips tingled as though he’d branded me, a strange ache curling in my chest. I wanted God, I hated that I wanted him to kiss me like that again.

“Get a grip, Isa,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head at myself. But instead of listening, my fingers betrayed me. They slid into his hair. Silky strands slipped through them, softer than I expected. For a moment, I let myself drown in the simple feel of him.

“Done admiring me?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. His voice low, teasing, awake. My gaze shot up, and sure enough, his eyes were open, watching me. That smirk tugged at the
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