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Chapter Seventy One

Author: Icy Angel
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 21:25:45

Aria closed the door behind him, the soft click sounding louder than it should’ve in the thick silence between them.

Damian stood in the middle of the room, still in his black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, shadows of exhaustion beneath his eyes. But his expression,his eyes, were different tonight. Not cold. Not guarded.

Just… tired. Human.

She walked past him, not saying a word, and went to sit on the couch by the window. Damian didn’t follow. He stood there, watching her, hands clenched at his sides.

“Aria,” he said quietly.

She didn’t answer. Her eyes stared out into the night, unblinking.

He stepped closer, his voice lower now. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

Aria turned slowly to face him, her voice quiet but sharp. “Then why did you say it?”

He was silent.

“You think calling me yours, claiming you’re the only one allowed to hurt me—do you think that’s love? Do you think that’s protection?”

“No,” he admitted, stepping forward. “I don’t.”

“Then what was it, Dam
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