Chapter 190: This Is Killing Me Slower Than a Bullet Would

Elara's POV

I was sitting in my usual corner of the café, watching through the rain-streaked window as Damian's silhouette disappeared into the grey drizzle of Los Angeles.

The black coffee on the table had gone completely cold, filling the air with a dull, bitter smell.

He'd left so fast, so abs...

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