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... red restlessly in my chest, but my steps were firm. I refused to look back at that cold, imposing structure.
When I arrived at Damien’s private residence—Ashley’s current home—and stepped inside, her scent enveloped me immediately. A hint of milk and lavender, the shampoo I used to choose for her.
I hurried upstairs and pushed open her bedroom door.
She was sitting at her craft table, drawing. She looked up at the sound.
"Ashley!"
I rushed to her, pulling ...
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