Amara’s POVThe rain started just as she stepped out of the building.Of course it did. The perfect ending — gray skies, cold air, and the taste of goodbye heavy on her tongue. She tightened her grip on the folder in her arms and hailed a cab, her pulse racing, half nerves, half ache.She was almost free. Almost.“Amara!”Her name — rough, commanding — cut through the rain.She froze.Damian was standing by the curb, drenched, his suit jacket unbuttoned, his eyes burning with something dangerously close to panic.Her heart clenched. She hadn’t seen him since the elevator — hadn’t wanted to. But seeing him now, raw and disheveled, something inside her faltered.“Don’t,” she said quietly, shaking her head. “Please, Damian. Not now.”But he was already moving toward her.“You don’t get to walk away from this,” he said, his voice low but unsteady. “Not without letting me fight for you.”
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