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Chapter 66

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Damien’s pov;

I knew I should have walked out of that room.

Every part of me that was trained to survive told me that leaving was the only right thing to do. I needed to give her space. I needed to let the truth settle without my presence making everything feel even more heavy. I had already taken so much from her life…. her past, her safety, her freedom. I didn't want to take any more.

I turned toward the door, even though my heart was screaming at me to stay.

“Sera,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “I’ll give you some time.”

My hand was right on the door handle.

“Damien.”

The way she said my name made me stop in my tracks.

She didn't sound scared or fragile. She sounded sure of herself, like she had made a choice and needed me to know what it was.

I turned around slowly.

She was standing there, her bare feet on the cold floor, wearing one of my shirts that was way too big for her. The light from the lamp made her hair glow and traced the soft lines of her face. She loo
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