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Chapter 48

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The air inside the car was heavy—thick with tension, frustration, and something unspoken.

Damion sat rigid in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was locked, his eyes dark and stormy as he stared straight ahead, barely blinking.

Carmela could see it—the barely restrained rage coursing through him, the way his chest rose and fell unevenly, the way his fingers flexed as if he were one wrong word away from losing it completely.

She swallowed, shifting slightly in her seat. “Damion.”

No response.

Her pulse quickened. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she was afraid of what was going on inside his head. Adrian had struck a nerve, more than she had ever seen before.

She reached out, placing her hand gently over his on the wheel. “Damion, talk to me.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even glance at her.

The silence stretched, suffocating, pressing against her chest.

Carmela exhaled softly. She had seen him like this before—when he was shutting down,
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