DAMON'S POVThe sunlight is merciless. It pierces through the blinds and burns against the back of my eyelids, stirring me from the shallow remnants of sleep. My skull is pounding, each throb a cruel echo of last night’s mistakes. I can barely summon the will to lift my head when the bedroom door flies open with a deafening bang, the doorknob smashing into the wall hard enough to shake the frame. I groan, dragging a hand over my face as I sit up.Dante storms in like a thundercloud, voice annoyingly chipper. “Perfect. You’re awake.”I squint at him, irritated. My temples throb harder. “What the hell, Dante?” I mutter, waving a dismissive hand in his direction, hoping he takes the hint and walks out.He doesn’t.Instead, he lounges against the wall next to my dresser, arms crossed and brows drawn together. His posture is too casual, which makes me wary.“What do you want?” I ask, my voice rough, my patience already on a knife’s edge.I glance around the room, only to freeze when I noti
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