Clara's POVI woke to sunlight and the weight of Cameron's arm across my waist.For a moment, I didn't remember. The penthouse was quiet, the city soft and golden through the windows, and his body was warm against my back, his breath slow and even. I felt safe and whole.Then the memories crashed in.The festival. Joe's voice. His hand on my wrist. The punch. The blood. The chaos.I sat up too fast, my heart hammering.Cameron stirred beside me, his hand reaching for me automatically. "Hey, hey. You're okay." His voice was rough with sleep, but steady. "You're safe, we're home."I looked at him. His lip was still swollen. The bruise on his jaw had darkened overnight and spreading across his cheekbone like a storm. But his eyes were clear, and he was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered."You're hurt," I said."I've had worse.""Cameron…""I've had worse," he repeated, sitting up slowly. He winced, one hand going to his ribs, and I saw the bruise there too, it was purp
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