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Chapter 7: When Escape becomes a trap

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last update Last Updated: 2025-07-22 08:40:38

“I…” The word trembled on her lips, fragile and incomplete. Rhian’s voice cracked, her throat suddenly dry as if Damon’s gaze alone had drained every ounce of confidence she had left. Her mind scrambled for something—anything—to say, but every excuse felt thin and useless under the weight of his stare.

Damon’s head tilted slightly, his dark eyes narrowing with quiet amusement. “Go on,” he murmured, his tone low and deceptively soft. “What were you about to tell me? That you’re just taking a walk? That you weren’t trying to run?”

Rhian swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the suitcase handle until her knuckles turned white. “I… I just needed some air,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, and even she could hear how weak it sounded.

A faint smirk curved Damon’s lips—slow, deliberate, and dangerous. “Air?” He stepped closer, his shoes clicking against the pavement, every movement unhurried and calculated. “Funny… I didn’t know air required two suitcases and a one-way ticket
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