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... and clinking glasses still haunted Elara’s ears. She stood on the penthouse balcony, watching the first hints of dawn smear the city in bruised gold. Last night had been a performance, a flawless, agonizing, dazzling show of unity.
She hated how good they’d become at pretending.
Damien stepped onto the balcony, barefoot, his dress shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. A rare vulnerability clung to him in the early light. He looked more like a man than a monster in the quiet hou ...
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