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Chapter 22

Author: Ranya Vale
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-21 06:20:54

The hall still hummed with music and voices, but I could barely hear it. My hand was clenched so tightly around the little note in my palm that the paper had already crumpled. My wrist still throbbed where Adrian had grabbed me earlier, and though my body was here, my mind kept spinning back to the way his eyes had looked at me, the sound of his whisper.

I forced myself to breathe slowly as I walked back into the edge of the ballroom. Damian was standing with Celeste, their conversation calm, measured. His posture was as straight as ever, his expression unreadable, but I noticed the way his eyes flicked toward me the moment I stepped back into view.

I knew I could not stay here. Not another second.

I moved closer, waiting until Celeste turned to greet someone else. Then I touched Damian lightly on the arm. He shifted immediately, his eyes coming down to meet mine.

“I am not feeling well,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “Can we leave?”

His eyes sharpened at once. “What is wrong?”
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