SCARLETT POVThe city looked washed out, painted in pale gray light that matched the emptiness inside me. I’d spent the night walking, thinking, breaking until all I had left was the echo of Kade’s words:He’s the reason your father is dead.It kept looping in my head, over and over, until I couldn’t tell whether it was the truth or poison. But either way, I needed answers.So when the clock hit 8 a.m., I was already standing outside Damien’s penthouse, soaked to the skin, shaking from more than just the cold.I still had his key. That fact alone made my stomach twist.I slid it into the lock and stepped inside.The smell hit me first cologne and cedarwood, familiar and dizzying. His jacket hung on the back of the chair, like nothing had changed, like I hadn’t spent the night unravelling the fabric of the man who wore it.“Scarlett?”His voice came from the hallway. Deep. Rough. Sleep-heavy.When he appeared, barefoot, shirtless, a towel slung over one shoulder, I almost forgot how to
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