Aurora's POV"You look tired."That is the first thing Damien says when I open the door.I almost laugh.Not because it is funny, but because in my first life, those exact words used to send me straight back to the mirror. He said it with concern. He wore it like control. A quiet way of reminding me that even my face was something he had opinions about."Come in," I say, and step aside.He walks past me, and something in his cologne, familiar, expensive, and deliberately chosen, makes my stomach turn in a way I don't let reach my face. He is smiling. That warm, easy smile that took me three years to see through.I see through it now. "I made tea," I say, moving to the kitchen."Since when do you make tea at night?" "Since I felt like it."I feel him pause behind me. Good.I pour two cups and sit across from him and let him look at me. He is doing the thing he always does when something is slightly off; he gets softer. Shoulders drop. Voice drops. He leans in like he is letting me into
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