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Chapter 48 The Calm Before
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2026-06-02 00:16:35I leaned my head back against the reinforced glass, counting the rhythm of the building’s ventilation against the thrum in my own throat.
Damian’s hand was a collar around my neck—not choking, just anchoring. His thumb pressed into my pulse point, measuring the way my blood hummed.
If I moved, the red dot centered over my sternum would become a hole.
The dot didn't waver. It was a tiny, burning eye staring through the thermal optics outside, waiting for
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