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she even commented it on me, as she clarified herself on what she wanted from me now. “As what could you see, I was reading a book seriously earlier, and you all of a sudden emerge from nowhere. How can you tell I am in depth of my thoughts?” I presented the book to my face again, even though I wasn’t really reading it actually. In reality, I was thinking about my dream last night and bothered owing to the fact that it seemed to be really true. I don’t know. I just find it weird in the first place. Why would I be dreaming such nonsense dream in the first place? When in reality, Dralia is mine and mine alone. No one can have her except me. And no one can keep her away from me instead. I would

The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

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“Get out,” I snapped. Damien leaned against the door, his storm-gray eyes sweeping across my tiny dorm room like it was some fascinating exhibit. His presence filled the space, too large, too sharp, too consuming. “I like what you’ve done with the place,” he drawled, glancing at my battered duffel bag and secondhand books. “Very… humble. Almost tragic.” I clenched my jaw. “You can mock me somewhere else.” “Who says I’m mocking?” He pushed off the door and stepped closer, deliberate, predatory. “There’s something… intoxicating about watching a lion pretending he’s a house cat.”

My heart raced, and I slipped my hand into my bag, my fingers closing around a small knife I carried for safety. As the figure drew closer, I whirled and pressed the blade to his throat. "It's me, Serena," he said. I paused, looking up to see Damian's face. Dark circles carved beneath his eyes, exhaustion etched into every line. His voice was soft, almost broken. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" "Sneaking at night is terrifying," I said, putting the knife away. "Here for me?" "Yes," he admitted. "I got the ring. You saved me back then, didn't you?"