DAMON’S POV – MORNING | EN ROUTE TO PRINCE TOWERI had convinced myself the storm had passed.That whatever strange pull I’d felt last night—whatever flicker she lit in me—was just a lapse in judgment.A momentary glitch. I had buried it somewhere between the drive home and the first shot of espresso this morning. Buried it under reports, deadlines, control.But fate, apparently, had a sick sense of humor.My car slowed at a red light just a block from the tower, and there she was.Sadie Summer.Standing on the corner with a brown paper bag in hand, fidgeting with her scarf like she was late, nervous, maybe both. Same dark brown hair—wavy and careless, a little frizzy from the cold. Her coat tugged tighter around her middle, hugging curves she probably wished people didn’t notice.But I noticed.Yes, I noticed everything.She shifted her weight from foot to foot, then paused—eyes catching on a man slumped against the wall just outside the bakery.Old. Filthy. Forgotten by most.Sadie
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