When I pushed the door open, he was staring out the window, his profile gaunt and pale in the morning light."Sit," he said, his voice hoarse, pointing to the chair by the bed.I didn't sit, just stood a respectful distance away.We were silent for a moment. Outside, the sound of the desert wind slapping against the glass filled the room."After the incident with the Russians, I used to have nightmares," Damian said suddenly. "I'd see you lying in a pool of blood.""Every time I'd wake up and see you were still there, sleeping quietly in the next room, was the only time I could breathe again."It was the first time I had ever heard him say such things.So, under that mountain of ice, there had been fear after all."But I was a fool," he said, turning his head to fix his gaze on me. "I thought tying you to my side, giving you the best of everything, was enough. That it was love."I looked at him, my heart calm. "It's all in the past, Damian."I placed a glass of warm water on the bedsid
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