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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: What I Can’t Say
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Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: What I Can’t Say
Dominic’s POVShe was still here.Every part of me expected her to run after what I said—hell, after what I didn’t say. I could barely look her in the eye without feeling the weight of every unspoken word between us. But Amelia wasn’t like anyone I’d ever known. She didn’t flinch from the heat. She stepped into it, stubborn and brave and beautifully reckless.And that scared the shit out of me.I leaned against the wall near the window, watching the way the city lights glowed behind her silhouette. She looked soft in the amber hue of the bedroom lamp, her arms crossed like she was shielding herself from me. Or from the truth.And I couldn’t blame her.There were so many things I couldn’t say. Things I kept locked behind my ribs because if I let them out, they’d ruin us both. But not saying them—pretending like I didn’t care—was killing me too.“I shouldn’t have let that happen,” I muttered, voice low and hoarse.She turned to look at me, her brow furrowed. “Which part?”My jaw clenche
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