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Chapter Forty-Seven

Penulis: DeeShine
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Damon’s POV

The night pressed heavily around me as I slid back into the driver’s seat, the lingering image of that shadowed figure still burned behind my eyes. My chest heaved, not with fear but with fury, the kind that made my blood thrum like a war drum. My vow still rang in the silence of the car, sharper than any blade: Over my dead body.

But the adrenaline that had carried me through the confrontation was fading, and what remained wasn’t the reckless fire of a storm. No. I couldn’t afford to be that man tonight. Not when Isabella was in danger. I had to force my mind into stillness, into strategy. A shield protects. A storm destroys. If I wanted to keep her safe, I had to become the shield.

My hand drifted unconsciously to the passenger seat, where the charred remains of the photo lay inside an evidence bag. Isabella’s face, marred by deliberate fire, stared back at me. Whoever had done this wanted me to see her burned, broken. The message was clear: she was the target. And I was
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