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up at the ceiling, her thoughts a chaotic swirl. She couldn't sleep, not with the image of Damien's cold, distant face imprinted in her mind. The way he'd looked at her,

feet as she crept towards the window. Outside, the storm had passed, leaving the world washed clea

longing. What had she expected? That he would fall for her instantly? That the marria

ds. Aria held her breath, listening as they drew closer, stopping just outside her door. For a moment, she thought it

ike someone sliding something beneath the door. A letter? A note? She

folded piece of paper. Her fingers shook as she opened it, r

ul who y

eft it. But the warning was clear. Someone was watching her, and so

mien's voice-low, angry, laced with a sharp edge she hadn't heard before. She co

It was empty, the shadows long and still. She slipped out, padding silently towards the

voice said. It was clipped, with an accent that sug

n snapped back. His tone was cold, fi

foyer, shrouded in the dim light. One was Damien, his posture tense, his fists clenched at his sides. The other was a tall, imposing fi

ilver-haired man continued, his voice dropping to

been involved with before this sham of a marriage. The man who, according to the w

has no say in what I do. He lo

the man spat. "He still loves you, you know. Or may

like pain crossing his face before it hardene

. "You're playing a dangerous game, Damien. You think marrying that gir

uld leave, retreat to her room before they noticed h

there too-something vulnerable, hidden deep beneath the surface

that a promise, Damien? Because I remember the last t

ed. Then Damien turned away abruptly, running a hand through his hair. "Get out

g salute. "As you wish, boss. But remem

ehind him. Damien stood there for a moment, staring afte

And then, as if sensing her presence, Damien's head snapped up, his eyes locking

demanded, his voice sharpe

, her hands twisting together nervously

angry, but there was something else in his eyes-fear, maybe. It

her ground. "It is my concern. If I'm in

s jaw clenched so tightly she could see the muscles twitching. "You're in danger because you chose to marry into this l

e didn't back down. "And wh

ad her soul. Then, without warning, he cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her face up

whispered. "And don't t

up the stairs. The sound of his footsteps faded into the silence, leavin

er heart pounding in her chest. In

imagined. And the man she'd been forced to marry might be the