Damian's POVThe house was silent. Too silent.After the ambush, we’d returned under heavy guard, the compound fortified like a fortress. Men patrolled the grounds with rifles, cameras blinked in every corner, and yet… Noah hadn’t spoken a word since we stepped through the door.Now, in the bedroom, I watched him from across the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at his hands. The faint glow from the lamp bathed him in warm light, but his expression was far away—distant, haunted.He’d been quiet before, shy at times, but this silence was different. He was carrying something.I crossed the room slowly, careful not to startle him. “Noah,” I said gently.He didn’t look up. “You shouldn’t keep the lights on for me. I can sleep in the dark.”The way he said it—flat, hollow—made something in me ache. I sat beside him, leaving a careful gap between us, and waited. Sometimes silence needed silence in return.Finally, he spoke again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “When I
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