Olivia POV:I watched him sleep. For the first time since I’d known Damien, there was no tension carved into his face, no shadow of pain tightening his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath my cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human in a way that made my heart ache. His words replayed in my mind—not loud, not dramatic, just true. I had felt them settle into the bond, warm and certain, but certainty didn’t erase danger. If anything, it sharpened it. My father’s voice echoed in my memory, smooth and cruel beneath its mockery. They will come for him through you. I closed my eyes briefly, swallowing the knot in my throat. "I won’t let them," I whispered, more vow than thought. My gaze drifted to the floor. The dagger lay there where it had fallen earlier, half-caught in the firelight. The flames licked along its edge, turning the steel molten gold for a heartbeat before it dimmed again. It wasn’t just a weapon—I could feel it. Old magic
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