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48. I won't hurt her

Author: Anne Joyce
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-19 17:26:11

DAMON

When Ace walked out, I didn’t follow him right away. I stayed where I was, feeling Beck and Cal’s eyes lock onto me. The atmosphere in the room shifted—easygoing to suffocating in an instant, tension thick in the air like a storm about to break.

I could feel Sera standing at the doorway, restless. I didn’t have to turn around to know she was biting her lower lip, debating whether to speak or stay silent.

Finally, I exhaled a short breath and started moving. “I’ll be fine,” I murmured, casual, before slipping past them.

I followed Ace down the hall to his room. He shoved the door open, motioned me inside, then slammed it shut behind us.

“Again, I have no idea why you’re pissed,” I said, leaning against his wardrobe, all ease, all nonchalance.

“How old are you, huh? Fifteen?” Ace finally spoke, his voice low, cold.

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you even know Sera got sick because of you?” His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of restrained fury.

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