ELENA POV He kissed me again. Not careful. Not restrained. It wasn’t soft this time — it was claiming. It was promise. It was something that made my knees weak and my heart feel too big for my chest. His hand tightened at my waist, pulling me closer. For one reckless second, I forgot about Anton. About the war. About everything. And then— BOOM. The entire mansion shook. The sound wasn’t thunder. It was closer. The windows rattled. A sharp cracking noise split through the air as one of the tall glass panels shattered inward. I screamed. Damian’s body moved before I could think. He spun, pulling me down with him as shards of glass sprayed across the marble floor. “Stay down!” he barked. Another explosion—this one farther away. Alarms began blaring instantly. My ears rang. “What is happening?!” I gasped. Every where was like a blur as I look around. Damian’s arm was locked around me, shielding my head with his body. “Targeted blast,” he said tightly. “Controlled.
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