I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
Because deep down, some part of me already knew Damien was right.
The way he looked at her. The way she looked at him. The energy that filled the room like static, ready to catch fire.
And just like that—the fragile world I’d been clinging to cracked right down the middle.
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The door clicked shut behind us, and silence swallowed the room whole.
The doctor’s office was too bright, too still. The faint scent of herbs and antiseptic clung to the air, sharp enough to sting my nose. I could hear every sound—the hum of the lights, the faint ticking of the clock, the uneven rhythm of my own breathing.
Raina stood across from me, her posture calm, graceful. But her eyes… her eyes were a storm.
I didn’t know where to look. At her? The ceiling? The walls? Ever
