Damian Pov I pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside. Even after all these years, the room felt familiar, as though my memory had kept every detail in its place. Some things stayed with you, whether you wanted them to or not. Ariana walked in first, and I followed. The moment the door closed behind us, she stopped. I stood with my hands in my pockets and waited, my face unreadable. I didn't hurry people. They hurried themselves. Her eyes moved around the room, settling first on the bed, then on the couch by the window. Her brow drew together slightly. Her lips pressed into a line, and her gaze moved between the two as though she were weighing a negotiation she didn't want to lose. "This is insane," she murmured. Then, almost immediately, she pointed at the couch. "I'll take the couch." "You don't have to," I said, my voice low and even. "I want to." I lifted one hand, dismissive, without a flicker of expression. "Whatever you want." Ariana didn't answer. She walked st
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