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Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

Dominic

Rage, cold and sharp, pierces through the numbness. My daughter. Jewel. Did it. Hurt herself. The words are a jagged blade twisting in my gut.

While I was away. Hunting. Consumed by a burning need for vengeance, chasing the ghosts of the men who took Jaxon from us. I left her. Again.

And she hurt herself.

The guilt crashes down on me, a tidal wave of regret and self-loathing. I swore I would protect her, that I would never let her suffer the way her mother did. But I failed.

I was so focused on retribution, so consumed by my own pain, that I didn't see the darkness closing in on her. I didn't hear her silent cries for help.

My hands clench into fists, the knuckles white with fury. Fury at myself, at the world, at the bastards who set this chain of events in motion.

I should have been there. I should have been watching over her, shielding her from the pain. But I was blinded by my own demons, lost in the shadows of my past.

Now, my daughter is suffering, and I'm mi
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