_Aurora’s POV_The house had finally quieted down after so long. Isabelle’s whines and demands had faded, replaced by the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing. I had lost track of how many times I’d corrected her, refused her, and finally let her tantrums run their course. And now—thankfully—she was asleep.I sank onto the couch with a groan, stretching my arms over my head. My shoulders ached, my feet hurt from pacing, and my patience felt threadbare. God, I needed a drink. Or at least a nap. Maybe both. But I couldn’t help thinking about how much control that little girl tried to wield over me.And how much I didn’t want to admit that, in some twisted way, I had started to respect her cunning.A quiet click at the front door made me sit up, my senses immediately alert. Damien.I didn’t have to hear him enter the foyer to know it. The shift in the air, that quiet authority, the subtle vibration of the house responding to his presence—it was him. I didn’t look up immediately, waitin
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