The rest of that night was uneventful. Elena stayed with Damien, and thankfully, nothing happened. The next morning, every action felt like simply going through the motions. She took a shower, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, and got dressed. Every action was the same as every other day, but it fell flat, missing the usual joy of life.Instead, she was hyper-aware of her surroundings. She glanced at the window locks for the fifth time, still not convinced she was safe. Not used to having servants, Elena quickly made the bed, her hand automatically stopping where the red rose had lain the day before. Her heart rate quickened in response. "Elena," Damien said as he entered the room.Shrieking in terror, Elena turned, throwing her right arm at Damien in defense. As her arm arched through the air, a large ceramic vase lifted off its stand and flew across the room, narrowly missing Damien's head."Oh no! Are you okay?" She ran to his side, immediately checking him for injuries. He had
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