The dawn broke quietly over the city, but for Iris, the night had left its mark. She sat on the edge of her bed, hands still trembling slightly, mind replaying the events of the last twenty-four hours. The confrontation, the fear, the adrenaline, the knowledge of Damien’s past — it all pressed against her chest. Yet beneath the exhaustion, there was a seed of strength, fragile but undeniable. She had survived. Not just survived, but acted. She had participated in the battle, contributed to their safety, and learned something essential about herself — she was stronger than she had ever imagined. ⸻ Damien entered without knocking, quiet as ever, yet every movement spoke volumes. He carried no weapons, no tension, just the calm, steady presence that had become her anchor. “You’re awake,” he said softly. “I… I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted. “Too many thoughts.” He nodded, sitting beside her. “Understandable. What happened last night… it’s not something anyone forgets easily. B
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