Serena's POV I had almost reached the door when Damian’s voice stopped me.“Serena.”The sound of my name in his voice made me freeze. This time, it wasn't sharp or commanding. Instead, it was quiet and worn, like something he hadn't said out loud in years. I turned around slowly.He stood in front of his desk now, hands braced on the wood, his head bowed slightly. From behind, the sun hit his hair and made a gold and shadow outline of him. He looked exhausted. Not physically, but in the way that comes from carrying something too heavy for too long.“I didn’t know,” he said again, softer this time. “About the fire or your parents death. I swear on everything I have, Serena. I didn’t know.”I looked into his eyes, trying to figure out maybe he was lying. This time, there wasn't one. But telling the truth didn't clear him either.“Of course you didn't,” I said quietly.He flinched, just a little. “I was young. I trusted him.”“And I trusted you too,” I said. “Look where that got both
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