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And I realize— This isn’t just an auction anymore. Someone else thinks they own me too. And they’re coming to collect.

I said. He inclined his head. “He’s not a saint,” Jax said. “But he never sold this. Not to governments, not to competitors. He could’ve retired four times over if he had. He kept it for you. Said it was ‘hers to weaponize or bury.’” “Why bring it now?” I asked. “Why you?”

I've chosen, even without remembering why, even without understanding everything yet. I know this much: they're mine. And I won't let anyone take that away. Not again.

Not gone. Just waiting nearby. And I realize something I do not say out loud. I am not the only one keeping things buried anymore. But I still do not tell him.

Thanks to my ex husband. Shit ! I shouldn't have remembered Aahan, it would only make me sad. You never forget him in the first place to remember - my inner voice spoke. I fell into silence ! "My father wants me to get married but i am not interested in marriage for now" , he spoke breaking my trance. I paid attention to his words now and listened to him. "That's a good thing. Every father wants their kids to settle down some day.", I preached as if I really following that

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"Yes." "Good." He held my eyes. "The things that should be kept need someone to keep them. You're the person for that." "I've been keeping things since the silver hall." "I know." He paused. "The drawer." "The drawer." "Is it still full?" "Completely." I looked at the notebook. "I've started a second one." The corner of his mouth moved. "Good," he said. "Keep both of them." He left the next morning.

But the second? The second is mine to win.

Property. She was mine. Mine to own and protect.

"And because you taught me something in six weeks that I'm still learning, and this is me trying to do it." "What." I reached up, slowly, giving her every chance to step back, and cupped her jaw, thumb brushing the very edge of the bruise, so careful it hurt me to be that careful. "The difference between owning a thing and keeping it," I said. "I spent my whole life owning things. Buildings, men, favors, this whole gray city. You can't be owned. I've known that since the funeral, I watched you refuse to be owned in real time and it's the thing that undid me. So I'm not going to try to own you tonight by refusing you a door. I'm going tokeep you instead. And keeping you means I let you close