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CHAPTER 39

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PRESENT DAY

Dominic finally opened his eyes again and realized how much the apartment still owned him until the door clicked shut behind him upon arriving.

The sound echoed soft, final against walls that had once known laughter, murmured confessions, and the quiet rustle of shared mornings.

City lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, long shadows stretching across the living room like reaching hands. Traffic murmured far below, distant, and dull, as if the world had learned to keep its voice down here.

Nothing had changed.

And yet everything had.

This was the only place he had never lied to her. The only place where the man he was before bloodlines and elders and wars had existed freely.

Here, he felt that he was real.

Dominic rose slowly from the couch and looked down at it for a long while. It sat exactly where it always had, as though waiting. As though she might come back and scold him for leaving the lights o

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