The morning crept into her room with gray light, thin and watchful. Bliss had not truly slept. Dreams had carried her back into the wing again and again, until the line between memory and dream blurred. She rose late, her body heavy, her thoughts restless. When she stood before the mirror to comb her hair, her own eyes startled her. They were darker than she remembered, ringed with shadows that told of secrets kept awake through the night. She dressed slowly, her fingers clumsy with the laces. By the time she left her room, the house was already alive with the soft clatter of servants moving quietly about their work. She drifted toward the dining room, her hand trailing along the cold wall, when she felt it: that sensation of being watched. She turned, and Damon stood at the end of the corridor. His figure filled the space easily, the dark cut of his jacket absorbing the dim light. His eyes fixed on her, unreadable, steady. She froze, her pulse sharp in her throat. “You look pale
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