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Chapter 28 — Damien’s POV

Author: Miss E
last update publish date: 2026-06-08 15:43:47

I woke up at five forty.

Not from sleep. From the particular state I had existed in for most of the night, horizontal, eyes closed, mind running at full capacity on everything I had told it not to think about. Walsh. The procedure. Lena sitting across from Noah in a café with information she had no business using.

At five forty I gave up and got up.

Showered. Dressed. Found my jacket on the back of the chair where I had left it last night, which meant I had taken it off, which meant last nig
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