Liz sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in her lap, the morning light pouring through the curtains and turning everything golden. But inside her chest? Everything felt heavy, aching, slow. Her limbs were weak, her vision occasionally blurred, and her head throbbed with a dull, stubborn pain that refused to go away.The injuries were healing—but not fast enough. She hated it. Liz hated feeling fragile. She hated feeling like she was holding everyone back.She tried to stand, and her knees nearly buckled. A hand caught her waist before she fell.Damien.He steadied her effortlessly, looking her over with a mix of irritation and worry—both emotions that, on him, appeared deceptively calm. She had grown very good at being able to read him now, mostly with his eyes as his face was always passive. “You’re still dizzy,” he said. It was clear that he was irritated with how long her healing was taking. Did he forget she was human. She didn't have fast healing like he did.“I’m fin
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