Damien woke slowly.The room was soft with morning light—gold and white and warm. The sheets were clean and smelled like lavender. The window was open just a crack, letting in the cool November air and the distant sound of birds.For a long moment, he didn't move.He just lay there, his eyes closed, his body heavy, and he tried to remember the last time he had woken up without fear.He couldn't.He opened his eyes.---The room was small and simple.A bed. A dresser. A window overlooking the garden. A chair in the corner with a blanket folded on it. The walls were painted a soft, pale green—the color of new leaves.It was not a guest room.It was a home.Damien sat up slowly.He looked at his hands. They were steady. They were still. He had slept through the night—the whole night—without nightmares, without waking, without reaching for a knife.He had slept like a person.He didn't know what to do with that.---He got up.He dressed in the clothes Leo had packed for him—a soft grey s
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