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Damien’s POV: I told myself I shouldn't go back to her room. I stood outside my office, my hands tight. I had checked on her twice already. She was safe. She needed space. But every time I blinked, I saw her faint. I felt her cold body in my arms. My chest felt like it was tearing open. She was scared of me. She hated me. But I kept walking. My feet moved on their own, taking me down the hall. They belonged to her now. I stopped at her door. I forced myself to breathe. If she was resting, I would leave. If she was afraid, I would help. If she looked at me with that fear again… I could handle hate…. But not her fear ,never hers. I opened the door quietly, and there she was. Sitting on the floor, drawing. The lamp made her brown hair glow like honey. She looked so peaceful. My chest eased instantly. Air rushed back into my lungs, like I had been suffocating. She jumped when she saw me. Her eyes went wide… the first fear was always there. It stabbed me. But then she saw it w