The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the rain against the glass and the steady rhythm of Damien’s heartbeat under my ear. I lay curled against his chest, his arm draped possessively over my waist, but sleep wouldn’t come. The deleted message from earlier still clawed at the back of my mind like a splinter I couldn’t pull out.*“You missed the triplets. See you soon.”*I shifted carefully, not wanting to wake him. Damien had been through hell these past months, shot twice, stitched up more times than I could count, and still he refused to stay down. His body was a map of scars now, each one a reminder of the blood we’d spilled to claim this empire. I traced the newest one on his shoulder with my fingertip, feeling the raised, puckered skin. He stirred, his grip tightening on me.“You’re not sleeping,” he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion. His grey eyes cracked open, locking onto mine in the dim light. Even half-asleep, he looked dangerous, possessive, mine.“I can’t,”
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