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Chapter 40

Aвтор: Bassey
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Ethan’s POV

The gun shook in my hand, though I hardly felt it. My entire body was trembling, the weight of what I’d done pressing down like chains.

I hadn’t meant—God, I hadn’t meant for this to happen.

Clara’s scream clawed through me, ripping me open. She dropped to her knees beside him, her delicate hands pressing against his wound, her dress already ruined with his blood.

Blood that should never have stained her.

“Clara…” My voice cracked, useless.

Her head snapped up, her eyes wild, filled with horror and fury. “What did you do?!”

What had I done? I’d been aiming for the monster, for the threat he’d become, for the brother who wasn’t really my brother anymore. But now, seeing him bleeding, seeing her broken over him—it didn’t feel like victory. It felt like betrayal.

Clara’s POV

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My palms pressed harder, trying to stop the flood, but no matter how much pressure I used, the blood kept coming.

“Damien, stay with me,” I begged, tears burning down m
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