Chapter 17Ashley’s POV "I'm fine," I lied, my voice barely a whisper against the low, hum of the ballroom's strings.Julian’s thumb was still resting against the side of my jaw, his thumb softly tracing my skin, but the warmth of his touch couldn't reach the arctic chill expanding inside my chest. His dark eyes searched mine, heavy with an unsettling, protective intensity, but I couldn't stay in his gaze. I couldn't let him see the hairline fractures tearing through my mask."Excuse me for a moment," I murmured, gently slipping my hand from his grip.He didn't stop me, though his brow furrowed, his eyes tracking my every movement as I backed away into the shifting sea of formal gowns and dark tuxedos.I turned away, my heart hammering a violent, erratic rhythm against my ribs. I knew what time it was. I knew what was happening. In my last life, on this exact night, at this exact hour, I had aimlessly wandered away from the noise of a party, searching for the man who promised to love
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