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Chapter 27: The Call

Author: Authoress Happiness
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-01 18:08:01

It had been a week. A quiet, tense, and impossibly long week.

A week since Damian had collapsed on the floor, his body wracked by an invisible enemy. A week since Amara had injected him with a life-saving dose of epinephrine, her hands shaking, her mind a frantic mix of fear and adrenaline. A week since she had screamed at her mother, a primal, protective roar torn from her throat. A week since she had broken down in the dark, releasing years of fear and sadness into the safe harbor of Lena’s arms. And a week since he had pulled her onto his lap, held her close, and almost kissed her, a moment of profound intimacy that had shattered every rule of their arrangement.

And now?

Now he was back to work.

Not fully. Not with the reckless abandon he might have shown a month ago. But enough. He left the penthouse earlier each day, his movements slow and deliberate, and returned later, a new exhaustion in his eyes. He was always in full protective gear—the gloves, the face shield, the bio-suit—
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