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Chapter 16: lingering Darkness

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The darkness didn’t last.

Consciousness returned in jagged pieces—the antiseptic sting of the air, the rhythmic beeping of machines, the dull ache in my arms where IVs had been jammed into my veins. My mouth tasted like copper and regret.

I wasn’t dead.

Somehow, that felt like the worst betrayal of all.

Adam sat slumped in the chair beside my bed, his usually immaculate suit wrinkled, his knuckles bruised. He was asleep, his dark lashes casting shadows over the sharp angles of his face. Even in rest, he looked like a storm waiting to break.

I moved, and pain lanced through my ribs. A choked gasp escaped me.

Adam’s eyes snapped open.

For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other. His gaze dropped to my throat—where the bruises from whatever happened must still be blooming—then flicked away, as if he couldn’t bear the sight.

"You weren’t breathing," he said, voice rough. "Your heart stopped for forty-seven seconds."

I swallowed. "You counted?"

His jaw tightened. "I a
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  • Married To The Son Of Sin    Chapter 16: lingering Darkness

    The darkness didn’t last. Consciousness returned in jagged pieces—the antiseptic sting of the air, the rhythmic beeping of machines, the dull ache in my arms where IVs had been jammed into my veins. My mouth tasted like copper and regret. I wasn’t dead. Somehow, that felt like the worst betrayal of all. Adam sat slumped in the chair beside my bed, his usually immaculate suit wrinkled, his knuckles bruised. He was asleep, his dark lashes casting shadows over the sharp angles of his face. Even in rest, he looked like a storm waiting to break. I moved, and pain lanced through my ribs. A choked gasp escaped me. Adam’s eyes snapped open. For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other. His gaze dropped to my throat—where the bruises from whatever happened must still be blooming—then flicked away, as if he couldn’t bear the sight. "You weren’t breathing," he said, voice rough. "Your heart stopped for forty-seven seconds." I swallowed. "You counted?" His jaw tightened. "I a

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