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The beginning of the end

Autor: Fanzipen
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-04 17:26:02

Damon’s POV:

I didn't sleep.

Not because of the chair. The chair was fine. Hard, but familiar. I'd slept in worse places—floors, cars, alleyways when I was young and had nowhere else to go. No, the chair wasn't the problem.

She was.

The way she'd looked at me in the garden when my father spoke. Like she was seeing me for the first time. Not the man who saved her. Not the man with the contract. Just... me. And she hadn't liked what she saw.

That look followed me into the dark.

I sat by the windo
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