Lena lay flat on her back, eyes tightly shut, trying to regulate her breathing. Every fiber of her body screamed embarrassment, but opening her eyes meant facing it head-on and she was not ready for that yet. If she could just lie still, maybe he’d leave, maybe she could slink back to her own room before sunrise and pretend the evening hadn’t happened at all.But he didn’t leave.Damon stood there, the outline of his broad shoulders sharp against the muted light, arms crossed, jaw tight. He exhaled slowly, letting the air linger in the room as though testing her patience.“I know you’re not asleep, Ms. Rowan,” he said, his voice low, controlled, cutting through the silence like a knife. Lena didn’t move, muscles tensed, throat tight. She stayed still, willing herself to remain the perfect picture of slumber.“Miss Rowan,” he called again, sharper this time, his tone edged with irritation.A sigh escaped her lips, the sound soft but betraying h
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