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... operation being dismantled reached me like the sharp edge of a paper cut—small, but it lingered. I rubbed my temple, considering the implications. Should I intervene? Part of me whispered yes, but another part—colder, older—reminded me that Damon is not a man who easily collapses under pressure. He can stitch up his own wounds. Or at least, he should.
Deanne’s gaze burned into me from across the room, her patience thinning like the wick of a dying candle.
"So?" I finally asked, ...
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