Amara’s POVThe city never slept, but I felt like I had.Not the kind of sleep that healed. The kind that numbed. A heavy, dreamless state where my body collapsed because my mind couldn’t take any more. And now, sitting in the corner of my apartment with the curtains drawn, the world still turning outside, I wondered if I’d wake up from this in one piece.My chest ached, not in the dramatic way of novels and films where heartbreak is beautiful, noble. No. This was ugly. My heart didn’t break clean; it shattered into sharp, jagged fragments that kept slicing deeper every time I breathed.Damien knew.The memory looped endlessly, cruel as a whip. The look in his eyes when the truth fell between us like glass breaking on marble. The fury first, sharp and cold. Then the hurt, so raw it looked ripped straight from his bones. And worst of all, the disappointment.That gutted me.He had let me in. Against his own rules, against his better judgment, against the fortress of walls he built so c
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